Day bleeds out at the edge of the world

lamp lights lit like needles threaded with gold knots

Norfolk Pines lend Christmas to poets in January

Slow moving cars growl past

cast glistening baubles of light

shredding an indoor melody of ABBA

undanced since 1882 –

swallowing unchewed grief

discordant waves of song stretched

wails of Sirens, and

curtains dance the breeze

in empty, yellow apartments.

Barefooted young drunks holding high-heels, champagne and

the residue of their dreams

weave with ease through

convoys of lonely creeps, anxious fathers and

Ubers whose waiting drivers share a match, a smile,

a nod to the lucky country.