Urbania Walking through the city, I heard a rooster, crowing from the gatepost of a house hidden from the road; waves slipping down from dark rocks; the crunch of gravel under booted feet behind me, even though I was alone, and unshod; an auctioneer's patter from a magpie; a mother calling to a lost pet, here …
Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
A Dark Feathered Art 