Leon Trainor: Winter Burning
Winter Burning
It’s the wrong phase of the moon but
they’ve told us rain is on the way
so we’d better get the fires lit
before it comes. We don’t need much
(pure gum turpentine and a match),
once started they will burn all day.
Dead trees, dragged in from the paddocks,
gathered branches pruned from pear
and orange trees release their scents.
Flames shoot twenty feet in the air.
She stands, lightly holding a rake,
so intense. Neither of us takes
our eyes from the fire. She replies
without turning and I don’t hear,
all our discourse drowns in a rage
of syllables of flying sparks.
Leon Trainor
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