West Gate, the city, the bay

there are other newer bridges but it is West Gate that is Melbourne this night the red lights are flashing to slow traffic between raised central spires that climb into the sky almost vanishing a periodic pinpoint and ward for stray flyers at the apex I can see to Frankston perhaps beyond it is eighty … Continue reading West Gate, the city, the bay

And So To Work

the sun of morning east casts tower shadows to drape Collins Street in filter light across the backs of scurry workers on pilgrimage to their place of crusts and earnings and the rituals of grinding for another day the tedium of noise and hurry again wakes edifice and asphalt from slumber with the metal grind … Continue reading And So To Work