In the Park

Waiting for the jab -
Squat buses wail and squeal
The park light shifts
And sun peels through
The Moreton Bays.
I watch the bins,
Birds with crooked beaks,
The dip and dip and dip,
The way shadows sway.
Lunchers gather briefly
Silently unmasked,
Then, watchful of the air
Step soundlessly away,
For everyone who parts
An image of the grim,
Unbidden by the eye,
Still lingers there.