on the edge of
what feels like “new” housing
it’s all relative
but an unexpected old paved road
gave a sense of something
closed to road traffic, not foot
dead thistles alongside
a flock of cockatoos beyond
and when i reached the other end
through the gate
a normal street on one side
open land the other
kangaroos lounged in the distance
a cockatoo screamed
but the quiet remained
as I continued north
large, lifeless houses
status cars
i felt happier
finding a path behind them
in grassy nowhere-space
but my trip ended
back-achingly
when I reached that most
suburban of suburban things
the sporting oval.
defeated,
I turned southward
toward the end of the tram.