Poetry

Sunday Afternoon …

 Africa has come to Kings Park

the families could have walked here

three billion years ago when Ur

was the only continent on earth.

Women with bright cloth

wrapped about their heads

men saunter where they will 

kids are rolling down the hill.

A young black man says when asked 

—I am from Tanzania

He rhymes Tanzania with Australia.

We are all walking on the English sward.

And upside down as it likes to be 

another African cousin, a Boab tree,

trucked in from Warmun in the Kimberley

begins to sprout in the Two Rivers Lookout.   

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