On Nikkei's gains, bright as morning's rook,
Stirred by electric stocks, in strength they brooks.
No fears the path of lending costs uncrook,
As Fed retreats and rate increase overlooks.

In Gaza's heart, a throng unseen before,
'Gainst Egypt's threshold stands firm at the door.
Yet Palestinians hurt, Americans and more,
Seek refuge as the Rafah border tore.

The Bullock's yoke, now heavy on RBA's brow,
It seems the path of policy lies in shadow's bow.
Will the pressures' crescendo, force a vow?
Or will desire's target the inflation allow?

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur