by WANDA AMOS
gulf rains
slowly flowing south—
packing their pouches
scoops of pelicans
relocate
through the mist
echoing from skyscrapers
a coxswain’s call
and the slap of oars…
Yarra sunrise
dark desert skies
projecting millions of stars
the thrill of sleeping
beneath
the Southern Cross
in the dust
roo skin
and bones
the shape
of
drought