Cicadas disturb the morning peace
By the blue blue lake;
A rowing boat drifts
Lazily in the distance,
Up close, they are working hard,
Laboured breath, no words,
Just the oarlocks creaking,
Paddles splash amongst ripples;
Women jog past, cyclists,
Pounding footsteps echo thoughts,
Shaping their bodies with movement,
No time to stop and chat,
No time to worry about discrimination,
Education funding, asylum seekers,
Domestic violence is left at home,
Because out here is where the truth is,
Your own determination
Before meeting friends for coffee.

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