I think I’ve been waiting for you all my life.
To glimpse you through the kitchen window
scratching between iris and daffodil,
disrupting roots, sprawling moll-like
...
The rattle of wind in sclerophyll
is the murmur of cosmic dust
and particle shift. With each break
in the clouds the queue shuffles
...
Things fall apart. Across a summer sky
the emblematic Coca Cola script
above the uproar, miles long, a mile high
...