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an australian dawn
a lonely bird anounces
the coming of morning.
a cool mist, white and silent
like a skeleton
after a year-long night,
clears the air of fear
and the sleepless.
the buzz of insects
makes the air reverb
like the skin of a drum.
it reminds me of the
history of this land,
of the termite, fly,
of the snake.
soon the dim light
curved over the horizon
like a shirt over the back of a farmer,
will seep through the curtains,
the eyelids and the gum-leaves.
I feel a sense of uncertainty,
within the monstrous possibilities
of this flat land.[/font]
the coming of morning.
a cool mist, white and silent
like a skeleton
after a year-long night,
clears the air of fear
and the sleepless.
the buzz of insects
makes the air reverb
like the skin of a drum.
it reminds me of the
history of this land,
of the termite, fly,
of the snake.
soon the dim light
curved over the horizon
like a shirt over the back of a farmer,
will seep through the curtains,
the eyelids and the gum-leaves.
I feel a sense of uncertainty,
within the monstrous possibilities
of this flat land.[/font]
Published 15th May 2010
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