April in the
breezes
after deluge too
a bellow for the faded cows
their curtains chewed to shreds
rub trunk
up late
sleep the extra Sunday hour
all eyes up for the extra blue
clamour away bright world
if you will
long morning, afternoon cut short
long evening, soon to bed
it’s three o’clock
four o’clock again
that veranda clock
we used to call Queensland
tells true now
but they’re singing the old calendar still
nobody told the birds

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