An Evening Walk In Burwood Park

The storm clears

The rivers run and sigh

Flowing streams of tears

The grass shake off their manes bright and green

And the possums gather looking for bread

As the moon smiles upon the earth’s sheen

Steam rises from its manholes

Emitting the stench of its deep underbelly

I walk along Burwood park and Coles

And my bonsai breathes a sigh of relief

The rain is gone

But where is the sun?

It can scarcely wait till dawn

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