Fiona Wright Biography

First, the dust cross-pollinates.
Guards in saggy khaki scratch
their noses, spit phlegm
before their stamps rubber
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My sister doesn't shop at Bankstown any more
because the drivers are all crazy, or else they all
hold both a licence and a pension card.
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Silt, and minerals.
The brittling walls
now float on the waning water,
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When their skirts swell in the flouncing water
like the thick wave
of a stingray, and their hair
grows weedlike on their cheeks,
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The old stilts creak,
creak and clank
in the water's plump lap,
lipped oysters cling to chafe-legged piers.
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