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Photography: Sarah Reed
Elaine King


drab shadow trees
and the rain’s steady drumming
on the shed roof
the ground

the afternoon is drowned
half awash in night

I wade through the paddock
to check the horses
up with their heads hanging.

better outside
I say to them
than inside with everyone
complaining about this summer


ebb tide
slices dawn light
across the shoals

chatting with friends
all afternoon
apple blossom drifts down

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