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Sport 39: 2011
Odysseus in Woolloomooloo
Odysseus in Woolloomooloo
for nigel roberts
I no longer navigate by the stars
or the moon.
A piece of kelp that floats in the ocean
let others call it by some other
lost name.
I have no odyssey worth mentioning.
The stories I once told of monsters nobody these days
takes seriously.
To navigate the streets of a sandstone city
some place in a dream between chalk and crystal
I consult the epic poem of an innercity bus timetable.
When the sun comes up above Woolloomooloo
I sit every morning by the sea
and catch sprats
whose coulours before they have faded … to me
represent
the heart’s
freedom.