Amy Cuneo

Gulaga (to draw the people back)

Forty minutes on low

means the warming beer can come swinging

down towards the water

down the road where the gum sings wind-songs

over the beer bottle

every long sad leaf pointing down at you

as if you are the water’s surface

and it is the sea plant dancing under you

as if you might be a force things bend to

Down to the water where a congo line of jellyfish

factory operators take hats and scoop blubber lives

and deposit them

in pre-dug cool wet holes

with small hands

Down where one bream, one toadfish, one whiting

touched land

and after sized, returned to their afternoon

All but one

that gave nine of us

one bite with dinner

as if we were a force things might bend to