Little Blue Penguins
dusk, Summerland Beach, Phillip Island
here they come rush of learners jerky gear
shifts and no idea about cruise control it’s
a wonder there one goes tiny tailgater bouncing
off a back bumper the odd mamma driving
the other way she don’t need no
GPS she’s just heading out for shell-grit
some lil piece of sanity it’s big lights
big city every hole and box and dice
full of dinnertime hush little babies don’t
you cry the fish are jumping and the grass is high