breakfast at bondi doesn’t start
till eight o’clock
the beach is a great half-moon
that begins
rocky
in the east
all houses-on-promontory
then swells
as it curves
to a broad acreage
of yellow sand
and blue-green-white surf
at this hour
the beach sweepers
are still a-scurry
yellow lights flashing
heading westward towards my latte
perched above
on the promenade
the traffic is wet-suits
and surfboards
string-wear and damp feet
bikini cups and all-weather jackets
mountain bikes
rule the footpath
this seems
even at this hour
a place for people to be
I’m not sure
if it’s where anybody
is
© Frank Prem, 2006
Frank Prem Poetry 
☺️
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“I’m not sure if it’s where anybody IS”
I am! I live there. There are ‘real’ people in Bondi Beach, too. 🙂
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Forgive me Kaz, it was quite a while ago, and I was just on a first visit from Melbourne. Very much a provincial visiting the smoke perspective.
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No offence taken, Frank! There is a degree of superficiality about the place, no doubt.
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Bondi has such an iconic reputation and I took a lot of pleasure in wandering around and just looking. I think I was there for a conference and staying in Double Bay.
Good memories.
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I take a lot of pleasure in it too! My bus stop is on the street that runs along the front, so in the mornings I tend to let a bus or two go past while I watch the waves and the surfers. When I lived there in a different unit, in the “noughties”, I even saw whales going past while waiting for the bus! 🙂
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Marvelous Kaz.
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