The sun smiles on
These blue eucalyptus hills
Too warm for wool coats
Tag: sun
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Night's raindrops make
A variegated pavement
For the sun to smooth -
The sun hammers
Tin roofs, fires — even heads
Dry and sick with heat. -
The clouds descend
Roar, soak the earth, return — to
Sun-lit, silver peaks -
Circling galahs
Alight on bright, sun-lit trees
Above hill's shadow -
Chip-yellow hills:
Ladeled warm and fresh, under
A Windows XP sky -
The un-ozoned sun
Teaches this stray head the cost
Of a lost hat -
Between rainstorms
Light falls brighter — purer, like
Concentrated gold -
A prism'd cloud
Splits the sun sideways, into
Gold and grey beams -
Between buildings:
Still air. Crisp pastries, now
Served in warm sun.
Jenkins Rising 