Lucy Alexander #8 Canberra

Here the powerlines follow the hill lines

blue distances are currawong clear

and wattles butter the bushland

once the snow is finished

with whiteout for high blemishes.

Red green parrots nip off blossom,

sing soft love songs to the sunshine

and all the old gardens show off their colour.

The rain falls cross-hatched and snuggles into creek beds

lies about in the sun reflecting on the sky

bringing frogs from the lakeshores

to sing songs about swan law

and kookaburras feast

acting ventriloquist to daylight knowing

hours and hours of summer ahead

sun so hot it blisters the water

mirage rises as fat as the moon

and wrinkled as lightning.