You can’t cling to something once it has gone.
There will be nowhere to dream soon -
rainbow serpent muted to a creek.
And a koala will not drink the blue mists
of the eucalyptus tree with its bark stripped
and oiled leaves that crackle and
only embolden the flames.
You can't cling to something
once it has gone - splendid fairy wrens
will fade their wings, unbranched,
into an ochred sky as we feed
the scorch of the sun,
and our kangaroo dreams will blacken
and remind us that it's much too late
to cling to something once it has gone.
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