at
high tide
on the banks
of cooks river
or lane cove river
near magdala park
or near buffalo creek
silver mangrove leaves
tarnish the quicksilver
of the overcast sky
down at my feet
i used to think
of dying here
sometime
so much
am i fond
of canopies
that bear
seaborne
fruit
and
of the
nursing
capacity
of their
nightly
daily
rot
and
of
the
sea
that
visits
nightly
daily