Technically the following isn't South related; but being a sports fan isn't just the experience of the game, or the remembrance of it, but also in the pilgrimage to the ground. Now that most major sporting clubs in this city play at centrally located venues, the journey is overlooked; next week's edition will deal with my route of reaching Middle Park, but for now, something from a more post-modern time.
I travel to Lakeside via tram, catching the 112 from the corner of Collins and Spencer streets. The inspiration for this week's haiku came before last week's match, while waiting for said tram to come. It was the day after daylight savings ended, and therefore 3pm was all of a sudden 2pm. The sun was hidden behind some buildings, but somehow standing apart from the sunlit and shadowy areas at ground level, the tram stop itself was bathed in this eerie pale blue light. The poem deals with the notions of light as fluid, change and fluidity, nature vs structure.
autumn, Collins Street;
Light curled around skyscrapers
bathes the ground in blue
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