Black Saturday
i
While we waited
the earth rumbled
We licked our lips
eyes on the horizon
What would it be first?
Flaming embers, bright orange heat
or the over-amplified sound of crackling branches?
ii
While we slept
it murdered on
in Strathewan, Marysville, St Andrews
When my eyes flicked open myopically
I thought the blowsy box-leaf canopy
was a massive plume of smoke
But it wasn’t. This time
bw
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