Hot night into morning

Hot night into morning

we are steamed open
mosquitoes have their team song
thunder on the placards
early beach traffic past holiday
dawdle bleary waiting home
perhaps a little rain splatter
weakly tapping time
why do doves call
New South Wales
New South Wales
the baby kookaburra barks
trying for its voice
no breeze off the flutter
a street light not there before
throws solar eminence
boil an egg buttery soldiers
barely need to spread

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