summer
Submitted by antipoet on Sat, 31/01/2015 - 08:13
in birak
this western sun hurts
some seeking reasons
not to ever live here
without a chorus
of aircon hum
this is Wadjuk country
at fire time, fruiting season
as always, there’s talk
of shifting to melbourne
or hobart
over a beer
another beer mate?
in the old days they
set flame to country
a mosaic of management
and always, and still
that thick dark easterly at 5am
a long cello note
like a hair-dryer in your face
