new zealand electronic poetry centre

 

Elizabeth Smither


online works
Sign on a Melbourne tram

Ten fish restaurants. Lots of nervous fish.
The green tram makes a slice of ocean
as it glides down Bourke Street.

There are no fish at the windows
only people who look as if they will try
ten fish restaurants in a lifetime.

All the fish that might have occupied
the side of the tram have fled
around the tram's sides as if a shark

has appeared above them. No need
to write nervous. Ten restaurants could empty
swatches of ocean. The tram goes hunting.

 


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Last updated 11 May 2001