From The Boundary

Victoria Park at dawn
a chorus of leaves
rustling her
from whiskey sleep
to dappled day

the pipsqueak crows
of midwicket
long hop
dewed worms
as she crosses

throws a stone
breaks the lake
rippled shores
sail swollen fag butts
to poison swans

finds a fiver
that folds time
for eggs and tea
manila gum envelopes
her last letter