Tuesday, March 10, 2020

Koala



She’s in the canopy now.
The ground, dry for years,
has given up:
flames are laughing
up and down the land.

As she climbed
her child fell.

There’s another kind of thunder now –
the rain should slake
the fire’s thirst –

then the search for food
and shelter can begin.

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