Heatwave

Heat haze shimmers
Across dry paddocks,
Baking stubble crisp brown,
Brooding silence broken
By the hum of a generator,
As a plume of dust
Rises lazily in the distance,
Smudging the skyline
Like dirty finger marks.

No clouds again today,
Still no sign of rain,
Just that damn thermometer
Climbing past the century,
Sucking water from the dam,
Life from the land.

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