of Buckland Street and while passing paperbarks
Singaporean girls have solemn
hysterics far from home

yellow taxis 133 100 roam for pickup
their colours clash under the bottlebrushes
as they cross the pedestrian crossing with speed hump

recently installed by Muslim council workers
late of Lebanon
they speak Arabic and it sounds like chocolate

in the enclave of Chippendale
where Indonesian Australian
babies named Chloë

sleep beneath the rain laden ominous
promise of jacarandas
a starburst blue straight from South America