The tall eucalyptus bowed down,
After a thunder storm.
The teen shed shuddered,
Covered with pale leaves.
Laundry curled round the rope.
A beautiful calm,
And it came.
The smell of drenched green and moist mud,
Beads ballet through the window sill,
Trickling the weathered books on the board.
As darkness smeared in,
My heart unfurled the quiet.
I heard the wheels roll over,
The engine roared and resettled.
Standing at the door,
Leaning on the worn-out mesh,
My wings aflutter.
Rising up on my toes,
How I yearned for a tender dance.
