Patched grass-sward pools
Reflect a glimpse of un-owned space 

A Spur-winged plover picks a trail
Where once incidents were duly filed

At a desk bar keeping the public peace,
Below, cells for malefactors (now filled in)

But who will bring to earth
This village of the air dreamt up

In the perches of some smart-eyed bird
Prepared to swoop on vacant land?

We wait and watch, cross paths
Locked in a shape-evading sprawl

Standing for the pastel shades
On drawing boards, to list and paint

Or not. The ACTION bus will whisk away
As doing time has left the scene

Now settled sediment of suspended day
That held what is to come accused

Of consorting with what had once been

6dec2023sh.

*Belconnen Police Station that was