the terrible tourist

tries to enjoy but knows not why
they are there, what they are to do
look at this drive here buy this gawk gawk
here we had a massacre, there we were gaolers and be-gaoled
all seen through the telephone screen
beamed back to loved ones who loved one
they merely want to be away
but having brought themselves along
they marvel later, once back home
at the chilli plant dead
jacarandas finally in bloom

Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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