Things look up

On a February flagged veranda

the Alexandra Police Station

in insect stopping heat

floats in song

from jaunty Striped Canaries

taunting mischief

on a bedraggled Jacaranda

I slow as long it takes to stop

uplift my view from rush

for pause to nod to mind

that smiling wisdom more than Solomon:

these feathered upbeats in the leaves

have not a care

or single sweaty page to bring

to a Commissioner of Oaths

Anonymous