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As Summer Fades
A Poem
Dawn is yet to come
As the rain falls on the roof:
A wonderful sound. I hear the tanks overflow
And the house talks around me.
In the morning everything drips.
Drops of water hang heavily in the air
Dancing as they dissolve in the growing light,
For although the air is cold, the sun is warm
For now.
When I woke summer had gone,
And now the sun hangs lower in the sky.
A cold scent lingers in the afternoon air as
The moon rises early above the trees:
A fat, hunter’s moon.
Leaving the balcony I head
Towards the creek. King parrots flash red
In a eucalypt tree. Two wallabies raise cute heads
To look at me a moment, curious. They ponder the universe
For a few moments before hopping away
In low gear.
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