PK POETRY LIST - ANTHOLOGY

 

 

ROBERT OWEN-JONES

 

 

Summer in Sydney

Christmas hurts here.
Shorn dogs pant in the pathetic shade,
cicadas burn our ears
and the parched light eats
even eucalypt leaves.
Only in the passing cool of 4 am
can children, bronzed from the pool,
dream of Nicolas
and his impossible North Pole.

 

 

 

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