Galah Rain    by  Jane Downing

It's wash day
in an end-of-the-world downpour
They flock dust parched
and make a Chinese laundry
         in grey and pink

on the telephone lines

A circus
of gossip and nitpicking
cambers on the squall
They're silly as wheels
         rotating on the highwire

wings pegged out in the rain

A message
is puffed in feathery morse code
at pauses along the wire
Loquacious in their joy
         they're sharing
their vision to the very last
         drop

© Jane Downing