Rain Days

There’s an irreverence in the air:

a galah tree without galahs,

unseasonal fruiting of crimson

sheen as eucalyptus flower,

as melaleucas draw lorikeets

in white puffs of breath,

as bats return after their

long reverie in the dark.

These days of rain play

counterpoint as I improvise

 

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