distant kangaroos in some Mill Park edgelands.

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


when I reached that most

suburban of suburban things

the sporting oval.


I turned southward

toward the end of the tram.