burnt gold fields and spit dry wood

the sky’s parched breath howls

clinging to post the wire barbed roasts

blistered grass and twigs roll by

paddocks breed flies rocks and dust

blue clouds rush the horizon

singing in baritone waves

wet ribbons evaporate

then thick dollops of water hit

as swallows announce its first kiss

the soil exhales moist hot damp

in a cautious gasp oof relief

riverlet and track puddle

dazzle and bubble then sink

at last the wet

 the wet