Frustrated commuters-
Blur, haze of smoke,
The river meets tracks-
Hello! Effluent swamp.
Pass the tram to her house,
Tasteful homes, huddled up
Ugly/beautiful graffiti
What’s an Anstey anyway?
Thunk Thunk Thunk in my brain,
Pencil sharpened with a knife
Watching beauty in reflections
****! That’s my stop…
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