Car Park Crows
1 February 2018
Their eyes are steel sequins
fixed with a dark tack
gripping down on soft plastic handles
of deserted supermarket trolleys.
Sitting out of chrome cages
preying on what’s remained
as rubbish, the gun-metal gaze
waits for something to click.
They hold in their stare
a whole expanse of black asphalt
beneath which nothing pulses:
dead earth. They will not shift
for busy shoppers, and know what
ancient rules can now be ignored
or broken. A taming of opposites.
They give no ground. Still rule
the roost. Suddenly wings and flight
to scrappy gum tree branches.
Evening sharpens wind to cold:
all beaks and claws.
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About Jeff Guess
Jeff Guess teaches English in country and metropolitan secondary schools, poetry at the Adelaide Institute of TAFE, and tutors at the University of South Australia. His first book Leaving Maps appeared in 1984 and was hailed by Judith Rodriguez in The Sydney Morning Heraldas a major collection. Since then ten collections have been published, the most recent being Autumn in Cantabile. He has written three textbooks on teaching poetry and edited nine poetry anthologies. He has won numerous prizes for his poetry and been awarded six writing grants.
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