eye to eye with scales

and fangs coiling serpent-gaze

am i behind glass

stopping on a side

road travellers seeking one

end find another

corn and thistle grow

under clouds where guns thunder of

faded memories

sunlight on silver

roof iron echoes; hymnal

sounds of reed and voice

past ironbark and ants

bull flies buzz under blue-sky

near summer's last pool

warm breezes, rubbing
tree branches, speaking of spring
and absent birdsong