1309
at a stretch
last haze of July
no sun to see
fire ban brought forward a month
in-misted
unfurrow
to Bulah for zumba not on
to Taree for Mazda
too damp to burn a thing
in among the sundry shocks
certain somethings gone
in winter all obscurity
coming from going to night
bright hearth
precious to tend
steam off the roof
birds beyond hearing
first of August
nine degrees in the shedbrary
lifting
and on the sill
solar folly goes mad
in its clouded glass
an ache is the weather in
and there are fine times too
it’s sunshine stripes the wall of day
then morning shows the dust
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