The door opened to the crisp air
You look for the umlauts
There’s a man at the bus stop
with a scar from his ear to his lip
“Where are you from?”
An accent you’re not used to yet
Things are looking promising
“Australia.” You smile, hopefully warmly?
“Ah.” Moment of recognition
You blink and the air changes
“Fuck you, kangaroo!”
“Welcome to the country!” says the sign
Fuck you, Kangaroo.
– Scott Sandwich