Dark ripples indented by the perching

urbanscape, huge wings folded for a while,

white wafers of light crinkling

 

A glazy strip pinned by the many eyes

from apartment blocks with glass façade,

these trunks of light club by the river-side

 

Tiara of a bridge gemmed with red lights,

the waterway is coronated by the glittery traffic -

a city is where buses and cars rev up after the hurdle

in each one’s own treasure hunt

above the trail of red-dotted waters.

 

 

Poet's Note: Parramatta River flows through Sydney and its suburbs.