I met a man who met a man on the ferry:
He said he didn’t get it, and was very
Well-dressed in important attitudes; he said he
Wanted a brand-new shining thing across the sea.
We conspired to meet later at the pub, but I
Grew content looking at the impeccable sky.
I heard the wind create another speck of rust;
Quokka bones below me were returning to dust.