I drive through low areas
and ask for reminders of last
year; the string line
lick on the concrete wall,
acacias point wildly at the sky,
in the frame of a power line tower
a pallet’s splintered fingers
hold a galvanised beam. Australian
hardwood fixed with four inch nails, lifted
last January by a swollen river. CHEP?
LOSCAM? Its name painted over
in Oxley Creek brown. Maybe Brisbane
Market Corporation were forced
to take it down, or the Museum
wanted a souvenir, maybe a local
you get when you return them.