Eucalyptus Parlay

An arid easterly breeze rustles sleeping giants

who awaken sluggishly

afoot like terra cotta soldiers


“(yawn) Morning Bob…”

“…It’s evening Fred”


“Is that a new scent?”


“…Runs in the genes

humans use it to make essential oils.

Who’s on watch tonight?”


“Tony the new guy,

moved in thirty years ago.”


“Yeah I seen him once or twice…”

Bob fell back asleep


Fred felt the waning hours of sun

enter his veins and clear the lingering dust

blown from countries away.



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