Silver Saltbush

Moon rose in the afternoon, a star soon followed

Corrugated iron throws a pattern of hollows

Hollows, and hills and rises, undulating

Dry and bright I shield my eyes

The sky is always changing

Washing on the line and

I feel

Old and young at once

Walk alone up Sulphide Street to the edge of town

Every house

Draws me in, takes me back

Like a screen door snap!

Window sash, weathered gable

Kitchen table

Corrugations

Corrugations

Dry and bright I shield my eyes

The sky is always changing

Time unfolds

Call of Crows

When the Sun is low, burning gold over

Saltbush

Silver Saltbush

Silver Saltbush