I’m not religious you
understand
but I didn’t feel like
calling anyone
or going to Darling
Harbour to see
the Flying Fruit Fly Circus
under the freeway.
So I get on the bus
and go to the Museum of
Sydney
in the rain. I should have known.
Closed Good Friday.
Revenge of the
Christians.
Showers, trickles of
grey tourists
in Martin Place looking
stupidly at poster ads.
I’m not the only fool.
Eight died on the roads
today
trying to escape this
watery, grey,
sad as a cinema queue
in the rain
trapped in coffee shops
terminally dismal
Sydney day.
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