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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