Sunday, August 21, 2016

#215 Kevin Brophy 'Landscape with smoke haze'

#215 ‘Landscape with smoke haze’

Brolgas move lazily away into the ceramic blue as we go by them. 
Clouds try to build an attitude that doesn’t quite materialise. 
The sand is red then grey then white, grass stiff and pale, our lips salted. 
Termite mounds surround us silent curdled rising up. 
The lake licks its lips while far out fish huddle beneath it.
Eucalypt-bright budgerigars flick themselves from shadow to shadow. 
We eat lunch with the ants and the dust—pummelled by sunlight. 
Early in the evening we surprise a kangaroo out looking for something. 
Fires appear on the horizon like a deep slit across the earth’s flesh.

Later we will say yes, it was a day when almost nothing happened.

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