Say, the wallabies—flaxen dawn ephemera—and the fire danger always sitting in the low-end red. Acacia silent & yolky, lighting up gold in the margins. / Kelpie soft-jawed and slack in sleep. First bike—training wheels and the rest—rusting red dust / brief-like / tin ripple water tanks and this heat. The kind that makes you cry.  

 

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