Bondi: Sunset – Christopher Branagan

A brief reprieve for the brave
the wading dead, teleported
from the snarled grip of opal fury as rainbow severs wave
Still the crowds bay for blood at Ben Buckler
as raucousness falls on deaf ears
one by one they go under
dreams vaguely remembered in the wash
Now the golden hour beckons fresh hope
braver hearts beat in line
all lusting for the same mistress
ever enticing, never inviting
‘You’ll only find rejection here’ – she rasps
leave your pride at the sand, if you must
for I can go all day