They’re wiping Bondi clean.

The tractor hauls its silver rollers

up and down at dawn

from Icebergs to the rocks

flipping cartons, cups and single

thongs into its orange box.

A daily scrub and rumble

across its acres of beige

ploughs flattened furrows that await

the seeds of footprints to be

scattered through the day,

beach necessities in bags,

smoothed-down coloured towels

that bear a hundred, blue

Australian flags.