Coalescence Part 5 # Claine Keily 145

Storms encroach then shrink away. The days are thick with smoke and dust. The river cowers from the embankments and blackbirds hobble about with gaping beaks. The wattles break with yellow flowers. Kangaroos move in closer, braver now, so as to drink the water in the cattle troughs close to the street. Beer cans rattle across the neighbour's garden. No one walks in the streets. The horses push their noses determinedly into the water, breaking the sludge of the surface thick with algae blooms.






I am contracted to this place for two more years.




Here I have become a witness. I speak truths to the fat eared children so as to evoke in them some dreams.