Going Home

[Delta40]

The Swan river at dusk
overlooked by Kindles and Paperbacks.
Cyclists race against the freeway clock
while a decrepit jetty stretches
it's lonely arm outward, pleading.
The high rise hotel across the bay,
where sex, politics and corruption
block out gaggles of geese
that desperately paddle against the tide.
Oh my God!
This is where the automatic doors close.
The naivest years I ever knew and suddenly
my chance to leap to freedom,
run full speed down the pier,
somersault into the river
and splash about with the birds.
Next station - Bullcreek.

[PoetTree]

Wow. "Its lonely arm outward, pleading." What a line!

[Delta40]

Thanks Poetree.

[MystyrMystyry]

Quite extrospective this, and good for it Delta

There's a slight big sprawling city viewed-in-a-glass feeling, like Superman's home city he keeps in a jar (I can't remember what you call those snow ball things)

I think the line beginning with here is could in fact lose the 'here is' for better flow

It captures a time and place and feeling very well, like a distant strain of pop music and the smell of oranges do

Well done!

[Delta40]

Thanks MM. You're reviews are poetic in and of themselves!