A sweaty swirl
Of man swished by,
Beneath the
Summer heat.
And then I felt
The quaking ground,
From someone's
Pounding feet.
A bushy beard,
Midst glowing red,
Swept by me
In a flash.
A sudden gush
Of moving air,
Spread from
Another's dash.
Some bulging biceps,
Briskly passed,
Under handsome face.
Colours splashed
Of brilliant hue,
Filling empty space.
Perfection, beauty,
Strength and brawn,
Without single mark,
Yes all of this
I saw one day,
In Parramatta Park.