A desk frenzies itself
in the bureaucracy of the day
files stare each other down
outside, streaking clouds
played by wind current
no decisions
just white just blue?
outside, smogged pink
grips the horizon
wheels constant below
all decisions
glinting belly
of arrowing jet
and the present in the air
somehow
escapes me again
Place: a desk on Level 4, 372 Elizabeth Street, Surry Hills
Date: 15 August
Time: 2.45pm
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