Hunt’s Creek – Martin Langford

Hunt’s Creek sweats
into Lake Parramatta
like a net cloud
of clever ideas:
detergents  –
since nobody
likes dirty kitchens;
and phosphorous –
so lawns might flush
to an Arklier green;
aerosols – managing
fly-borne diseases;
and cardboard, and foam –
for the customers’
comfort and gaze:
past the sour bottom
where elephant’s ear
and convolvulus
smother the bank
like ideas that take off  –
past firetails
in afternoon sun  –
all in a tizz, to and fro –
for a roost
free from mind.