On my way to work,
I saw the pelicans perch
like pterodactyls with folded wings,
on the Kwinana Freeway light poles.
The black cockatoos in Victoria Park do the same.
They comtemplate the view
from the power poles along Berwick Street.
What are they waiting for?
Extinction?
Elio Novello (Western Australia)
An independent poetry journal. Watch your step.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Now that Uneven Floor has retired from active publication, no new comments are possible — sorry. You're welcome to share the poem on social media and comment there.
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.