Indian Summer
Indian summer.
Fierce days – radiating heat
From sun, road and walls.
Still, humid nights when
Spent, I hunt elusive sleep.
Blessed air-con whirrs.
Cool dawn brings relief.
Face lifts to every breeze.
Autumn IS coming.
Bright skyscrapers gleam
Across the bay, dawn-painted –
Gold, rose, mauve and grey.
Captive on sand-flats –
A tree. Stark, dark reminder
Of the summer floods.
Mother Nature hurts –
And heals us. But we are more –
Like her, we’re starstuff.
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