Dry

There is now barely a drop
in the waterhole, except
when the budgies rush in
white-capped:
then the bowl of earth
fills and breaks out in waves.

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5 responses to “Dry

  1. We’re just gettring our first fall/winter rain here in SoCal…just hope we get more.

  2. Budgie waves – hahaha – lovely imagery Graham 🙂

  3. Love the description of budgies as drops, Graham. And the movement in this short poem is great, and I like having ‘fill’ and ‘break’ together there too

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