Passing Through Footscray
A Western suburbs poem
Apr 17, 2021
Old brown sacks lie like dead dogs,
lumpy and unmoving while
empty chip packets skip past
on the footpath.
Diesel fumes shiver in the hot air,
huge semis brush cars into the gutter
Writer, editor, book lover — I've published many children's books and three crime novels for adults so far. I edit other people's fiction and poetry.