At Evening, Canberra

By | 1 May 2015

a whistle

look up to see that apricot wash
and out on the balcony
of this block named Manhattan,
two currawongs expose white butts
at empty apartments which face
Mt Ainslie in an arc

one lands on the terrace next door
to examine a lime green Buddha

the only other audience
in this amphitheatre of absence

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