Gavin Austin

City Song

The days are warming into summer. Wayward jasmine vines spill their pale blossoms, perfuming the street. Bleeding across the city skyline, the sunset clots from red to purple. Currawongs cry, branch to branch, in prophesy of the day’s imminent death. It is with the draining twilight that I ponder if I am living as destined.

a butterfly
in the geraniums 
the brightest
always receiving
the most attention

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About the Author

Gavin Austin lives in Sydney, Australia. He writes short fiction, short plays, and poetry. His work has appeared in many Australian and international publications.