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to the season a fig tree barks with verdant persistence on
a shapeless sharp stone knoll
it's hot on this dry desiccated morning
What other disasters slide to ground beneath her roots into black depths in pursuit of levity
They all know I’m 75% water, to linger may sate my curiosity and quench their thirst
This blanched ground grips her fauna,
Forcing it to ground between raised limestone rolls and tumbles
the cycads gather in the gutters and time flowers into spinifex and lime and fossil whorled by heat twist into desuetude
this wilderness without better company than fire drives the shade from the sky, nibbles at her extremities.
I would welcome fire but he demands the same space I presently occupy and I want no ally in heat to consume the shade and crack the rock with brittle ideas
a million years pass
ants collect the change
grass stalks pant undergound
cities of termites raised in pursuit of prayer
a bruise on the sole of my foot as insistent as the car parked overhead.
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