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Hal G.P. Colebatch: Three Poems

Hal G.P. Colebatch

Jun 01 2016

1 mins

Bunbury motel

 

How pleasant to wake

and see from the morning window

the white deployment of cricketers

on a green field above the sea!

 

Hal G.P. Colebatch

 

 

Driving into Bunbury

 

Suddenly, with houses all around

a flash of blue inlet, unfolding

into green mangroves

and white sacred ibis

on a golden mudbank in the sun.

 

Hal G.P. Colebatch

 

 

To an unnecessary light

 

I got up to piss one night

And for no good reason

(I could see and aim quite well without it)

Switched on the light.

The urine was red.

Next morning it was lemonade again

They caught it in time.

Eight years have passed

And I am alive because

For no good reason,

I switched on that light.

 

Hal G.P. Colebatch

 

 

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