A Fine Day for It
In my Melbourne suburb, dedicated
Parking Inspectors lurk. It’s unfor-
giving work even on Easter Sunday
but it’s better to give than receive.
Mary’s son rose to the occasion
and so do those plodding sons and
daughters of women who place
winning ‘tickets’ on windshields.
For God’s sake, somebody has to
do thankless jobs, bring in revenue.
Hot crossed buns and bunnies
of chocolate and infringement
notices in every direction.
Allan Lake, originally from Saskatoon, Canada, has lived in Vancouver, Cape Breton Island, Ibiza, Tasmania, Western Australia and Melbourne. Lake has won Lost Tower Publications (UK) Comp, Melbourne Spoken Word Poetry Festival & publication in New Philosopher. Latest poetry chapbook (Ginninderra Press) ‘My Photos of Sicily’.
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