The sun shimmers off Lilydale Lake.
Sheep or clouds
Range fat and white across a picture perfect sky.
Reeds paint broken lines on a mud brown canvas.
Lets a bubble of anger rise,
A cry against despair——
Everywhere men leave
Their shit behind,
Her face is naked, her sweet head
Shorn and round as a new born.
To admire the day and pretend
The sun and friends can cure anything.
after Sylvia Plath
and Bruno Leti