Shark

There is a shark in our river

 

Below the surface of things

He swims where people feign

No memory of him.

 

Yachts capsize and sailors

Strike towards the shore

Legs kicking into the darkness

And the chill.

 

At Point Walter

Children swim

And laugh at dolphins

 

A man watches from the tree line.

He walks towards them humming.

Past the old people doing Tai Chi

Pushing gently

At the helpless sunshine.

 

 

 

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2 Comments

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2 responses to “Shark

  1. Wow, chilling, that last line, ‘the helpless sunshine’ is superb.

  2. Well, that is suitably disturbing.

    Somehow this scene plays out without sound for me, despite the humming. I don’t know why that makes it worse.

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