Days Of Leisure in Bumdoora

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With a sense of resignation

I stared down the piles

Of rain-lodged dog shit

Decomposing on my lawn



I stopped for a second

To admire the beauty

Of their untouchable nature

Fighting for motivational strength

To do the inevitable scoop



Moths and flies

Gathering incessantly

As the lights and scents

Linger overhead



I watch them relent

Knowing I won’t kill them

Or do anything

If they are still around

Next time I exit the back door



It’s a rainy day in Bumdoora!



I wipe the wet from my shoes

And apathetically observe

How equally turd-infested

The ground still looks



I fix a tarp over the back porch

So I can leave my dog outside

As he refuses to sleep in the garage

And to appease the agent

Of potential legal disputes



Yes it’s been an unproductive day

Full of distracting chores

And filthy images

Another bumming day in Bundoora!


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