Sunday, January 19, 2020

Summer Evening


the windmills
face south
almost still,
the twilight
turning them
pale lavender-pink
to match the eastern sky

in the west
the sun has gone down
and the pink is more yellow
the kereru takes a 
last bedtime snack
of tagasaste leaves
and the Australians*
screech like
argumentative teens
as they settle for the night
in the highest branches


* the Australians = sulfur-crested cockatoos

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