sebel pier one sydney
 

they came
by sea

carried lanterns
tricked fish

into baskets
with words

that built
wharves rolled

beer into
pubs piped

rats stories
that could

turn mill
wheels stand

on wooden
boxes spin

moons into
harbour voices

swim under
sebel pier

one waving
like immigrants

First published in Takahe 69

©Kerrin P Sharpe