Ruby chases Ibises in a yuppie Coogee,
the streets of which curve up and down
like humpback whales continually kissing.
These concrete mammals are permanently beached
with the sea on the left and deli’s on the right
depending on which way you’re headed.
And my youth has faded away minute
by sneaky minute,
but when I’ve gone out with the tide,
I know that Ruby or her children
will still be chasing Ibises in a yuppie Coogee.