under a bushfire sun
tumbled in love
for a moment
with a footprint in the sand
sharp big-toe
like a spade, a trowel
I thought
of salt-touselled hair
a broad board
under sun-brown arms
light shining from
sea spray
running past
her trapped wing
half buried
desperate, poignant
flying here
smoke-choked
feather-singed
to die
Photo: Claire Doble
