The drought breaks, July 2010

Again clouds balloon across the sky,

Restoration ladies lifting swelled skirts

to piss in casual passing

on the mud-running gutter of creeks.

Daisies dash across the plain

and dribble along the fence,

songlines from paddock to paddock,

white-capped and yellow-eyed

they dance through saltbush

with the fecund smile of spring.

A growth of moss has purpled the claypans

surrounded by lines of serious silver-breasted rye

and careless crops of copper burr

where, in a depression, a shiny black thistle

feeds on the felted yellow bones

of a ewe and a lamb.

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