This is a sequel to Sutton Bakery, Friday afternoon:
The small city-cars,
those glossy jewel-beetles,
fill the carpark today –
their size and shine declare their origin
as much as the blue Canberra plates they wear.
Inside the Sunday-drivers,
on their Saturday excursion,
sip their cappuccinos and macchiatos.
Two small dogs,
tied to a verandah post,
A flock of cyclists turns in,
their bright lycra cladding crying out:
hey! look at my buttocks!
They fill the verandah,
their bikes lining the railings.
The magpies and mynahs are shooed away.
Imagine if one should crap on a seat!
The dusty utes drive past,
on their way to town for the weekly shopping trip.
But none stop today.