5 am. There first lights come on
in and out of the train.
The watery approaches to Sydney
fill our moving windows —
the bends of the huge river
spreading grey and glassy,
rows of spindly posts
marking the oyster leases —
as I cross again
these old, familiar bridges,
waking up this morning.
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