Windmills face the way it came from.
from backs of tractors. Dried-out thistles
crackle in the paddocks. Tussocks lean
on western fences. Pepper boughs sweep dirt in circles.
high on hillsides. Wind-clouds glide
through scoured-out skylight. Creek beds wither.
Reeds blow dry.
Chaff-shed rafters shelter sparrows.
Fowls stay home.
Kelpies curl on folded wheat-bags. Seed-pods blown
from thistles catch in cob-webs or
collect in corners. Harness swings
on stable doors.
Generators sway and rattle.
Racing vanes spin light to read by. Evening sounds
creep in through curtains. Locking chains
send haunting noises round verandahs.
Smoke blows down
in kitchen chimneys. As it goes
wind tops the tanks up. Pump rods rumble.