The blue-eyed mastiff of the wind
is straining at the leash,
scenting rain-rinsed air
recharged by lorikeets in honey-trees -
weeping paperbarks, astringent
ozone-tinctured eucalypts -
gambolling past solitary canoeists,
wild ducks on a limb
who crane their necks and waggle tails,
exclaiming at the swaddled sun.
I lope beside the wind's own hound,
tethered to the water's thread,
the river wrinkling its nostrils
at the rough-tongued mastiff's breath.
Mastiff
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2010
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