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Poem

David Brooks

Menindee

Menindee

Menindee

Today it is
dark clouds
moving in from the west,
a deep brown-purple, the colour of sky
before a sand-storm on the desert’s edge.
A dog is barking somewhere
as if to frighten them away.
I realise that I should go around
shutting the doors and windows
and bring in the washing from the line,
but now there is a sudden, eerie coldness,
like the dip
before a great wave
catches and hurls you upwards.
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Menindee

Today it is
dark clouds
moving in from the west,
a deep brown-purple, the colour of sky
before a sand-storm on the desert’s edge.
A dog is barking somewhere
as if to frighten them away.
I realise that I should go around
shutting the doors and windows
and bring in the washing from the line,
but now there is a sudden, eerie coldness,
like the dip
before a great wave
catches and hurls you upwards.

Menindee

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