Poem: Corolla

Corolla

Sparrows the colour of buckwheat.

Two neat runners of treated pine

Sleepers, more broadly divine

The intentions of the day.

Scurrilous cross-hatching lies sketched

At each unpicked hem of reinforcing for

The concrete marrow therein.

What we need now is a fine load of sand –

Which we’ll collect from the arc

Of the river which is but a

Quick trip in the khaki-green Corolla,

Already equipped with

A shovel and Pepsi, the dog, who

Can’t wallow enough in the

Last of the puddles –

to finish the driveway in time.

Living in Sydney, Glenn McPherson Grew up in central Queensland and the New England region of New South Wales. Published in leading Australian poetry journals and anthologies, he has worked as a teacher for over 20 years, including in coordinating a student magazine for the development of journalistic and creative writing skills. He received his teaching degree from the University of New England, followed by his Masters and Masters in Creative Writing, from The University of Sydney. A conversation with Glenn can be found at his New England Alma Mater site, here.

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