A hot night

A hot night becomes a hot day.

The woodland trees, branches

swaying, fan themselves

in the dusty dry gusts.

A parrot peels off and falls like

bright glowing bark, an ember

in the wind spreading the fire

of summer.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

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