West from Fernleigh Gardens <br />Expands an eagles' vantage, <br />Weekday harbour, midday calm, <br />Ferry eases lee of Fort Denison; <br />All's quiet as a satellite suburb. <br />Leisure laden sails race to Bridge, <br />Deck's muted line ripples celerity, <br />Above the Cahill faint Blue Mountains <br />feign invisibility in swelling haze. <br />Power boats elbow fresh nor'easter, <br />Lance agape, scabbled grey blue green, <br />Trailing white wounds scab and peel. <br />Jets whine in fragmented cirrus, <br />Static city denies productivity, <br />Grinding truck din's boiling growl <br />Despoils, plumes and vanishes, <br />Ambient hum camouflages hide; <br />Russian Mafia resume their vigil. <br /> <br /> <br />18/11/2010<br /><br />Danny Draper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/west-from-fernleigh-gardens/
