It is raining
not enough to break the drought
not enough to bring about much
more than a temporary greening
Maybe some water will drain to the
dam, the guttering will get a good
clean with the rain as the bloody
red dust turns to muddy red slush
I haven’t heard the roar
cease in the rows where
macadamia harvesters
steadily vacuum up nuts
seems they know how and
when the wet will get to best
where they can and can’t
progress; they aren’t there yet
A mist rises in the wake
of browsing clouds
trailing tendrils attached to
the land, calling them back.
It is a soft 24°, almost cold,
a false dusk falls easily in the
narrow space of cloud
covered terrain. It is 2:42pm
© I.D. Carswell 2007-02-02
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