Hay Street
Noon, people roll down the shop
streets, heat of February pulls
clothes in, pulls moods up.
I've watched shades lighten,
faces, dress and in light
striking down against store
front walls.
Banners flutter city news,
flapping shows,
events, selling the city
into the day breeze.
People mill beneath pass
sidewalk
the lattice of broken sunlight
* Steven Mclachlan is a part-time writer and part-time IT guru. In Melbourne,
Australia, he runs the Melb-Lit writing group. He has been recently
published in CalliopeNerve, Wordgathering and a Handful of Stones.
