all night the rains come fatly down and then
puddles full of mutter and a gentled sun
turns loose and wet on green
ripples on the concrete coiling where
toes fried a day ago and glassy air
dreamed waves of water where no waters were
lulled dogs loop nose to tail
snores shuffle with the patter of the fall
and all is well
Alison Croggon, Williamstown, 10.49am
Alison Croggon
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