29 degrees

sky: blue

most brilliant

an urban tsunami

of sydneyites

that tumbles from buses

and the bitumen black

car park

swept onto the sand

and into the sea

the suburban debris

scatters in its

thousands

across the iconic

bondi beach

i lay

in a sprawl

of languidness

and zinc

the beachside hustle

and ocean sparkle

of this hot

summer’s afternoon

surround me

and dissolve

my analytical mind

the cocksure strut

of leb boys

those sexy churls

from the wild west

tradesman tools

down for the day

torsos stripped

adidas shorts

and white brand shoes

with buff biceps

and tattoos

like tribal war paint

their tempers burst

vivid sun flares 

across the bay

the showcase chatter

of corporate wives

herding their designer broods

lightweight witchery cotton smocks

concealing curvaceous

white flesh

matriarchs from the east

range rovers and husbands

parked close by for safety

the brawny banter

of life guards

salty chests

hero complexes

and traffic light red speedos

born of the sea

they speak of syrens

and ocean breaks

the poetry of the deep

written across their

lithe and craggy physics

sydney in summer,

a crackling narrative

with a  story arc

of an ocean

that crashes relentlessly

against its

sandstone cliffs

the salt spray

that descends on the city

as the sun sinks heavily

into a luminous sky

board shorts

and sand

migrate into

crowded and cacophonous pubs

conversation, music and beer

the zesty odour of brine

and sweat

overpowering the

bottled scents

of pretty girls

in summer dresses

night settles

my sensibility

sun burned

and stupefied

i am salty

tipsy

and content