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boats and trams

riding on the wrong

side of the road might

be hard to get used to

like phrasebook philosophy

or vertical stairs’ll

get us nowhere

but fishing in the cbd

surfing in the river!

whatever the season

dense low-level cloud

chokes the coffee shop

too busy figuring the ring

road an umbrella for two

cite same chain store on the

corner by the bridge similitude

at the tired thus emotional end

of town (the map lost) at last

a place to park the bike a fire

nightfall fell unnoticed

in those chapters