the trend is warming

split seasons into six

from white noise &

thought, ungrip. static

hiss
as heat waves out

back from middle

of the track. the

degrees will rise &

climb
swooping is occasion

: monochromatic arcs

dive & loop & lark. a

squawking suggests

eggs
have opened, cracked

like sweat wets every

thing. hibernation done

becomes reptilian in its

moving
a sea breeze is soothing

but rare : here, we call

a fremantle doctor into

the air. the land begins

dare
of pushing bush orchids

into stare of wondrous

proportions, colouring

with pollen & bees for

adornment