Kit Kelen #1117 - dim

1117

dim

at the place where rain gathers

delicious after great heat

just a nibble I call weed

and crouched

in wallaby weather

a twitch

all awareness

flesh heir to

at the first sign of precipitation

when every droughty insect downs tools

to take a deep long draft

sees me seeing

a bower bird blue

not quite jacaranda

then you would melt for a breeze

rotation of ears

and ready to leap

the blue wren

comes to our window

for light

look back

and wallaby’s gone