Go to the Elwood canal and watch the ducks.
Let’s feed them.
Walk to the shop.
Sliced white bread is best.
Open a bag and take three slices.
Walk past the teller.

‘Hey, what you doin’ with those three slices mate?’
‘I’m going to feed the ducks’
‘Why not the whole loaf?’
‘It’s only for inspiration.’

Go back to the canal.
The ducks have gone.
Take the bread and scatter it on the ground.
Now you’re surrounded by squawking seagulls.

A man rides past with his young son.
‘Whatcha doin’ mister?’ the boys says.
‘I’m writing a poem’

He gets off his bike,
runs through the gulls
flapping his arms and giggling

‘that’s how you write a poem, mister,
that’s how you write a poem’.