Coastal Suites Just Fine. Poem by Danny Draper

Coastal suites just fine.

Running stitches, double lines
Asphalt rivers hypnotise
Sentiments failed repose.

Attended grave of weeds
Black swans settle
With her unnamed.

Ever joined in disconnect
Unenvied brittle solitude
Laughing bigots swell.

Boles breach shade oblivious
Old light strobes
Neath clouded sentinels.

Assured small town royalty
Distant metropolis, free
Reign dispirited country.

Holiday's life line inflicts
City weary escapees
Cash without substance.

Experience sheathed in memories
Reclaimed beaten track
Immutable wallabies graze.

River shallows flathead rage
Blackbutt canoe wound
Recreational fishers days.

Tracks on sandy maps
Known from instinct
Time and song.

Names sewn into ancestral
Nurtured country, law
Journey conferred rights.

Pilgrimage for indulgent self
Retreat without concern
Slipping days return.

Running temporal figures, stitched
Spindrift hazed sea
Nations' first destination.

Then, and now, preferably.

Danny Draper
20/2/2017