In which not one drop of rain fell

The dry land burns.

Patches

of once green bush

disappear…

there has been

no rain today

anywhere

in this dry drought-

stricken land of drought

 

There is no climate

emergency

they say, just

a catastrophe

as the parched

sticks of trees

succumb to fire

and people flee

in this not yet

summer month

of once upon

a rainfall.

 

 

Wings

Endless warmth and brush turkeys

return to jostle with magpies

in the dry leaves of rainless

days. Bird’s long frolic:

lorikeets as if spring blooms

in the melaleuca, miners

jousting with coconut fibre

and raphiolepsis winged

again, and again it is drought

and the wrens have gone

and seabirds are disappearing

and everywhere there are people

without food

 

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