Oh, Beautiful!

I go out of my way to visit you
whose arms reach the heights

Who stands over a daily game of carpark musical-chairs
Chats to the church birds

With majesty and presence
You remind me I can anchor in ground & greet the wind

You have other admirers: I met one
Passing under your crown

He said “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”


71 Paisley Street Footscray

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