by Agi Dobson

We walk in bright early-
morning sun
last night’s argument
still in our mouths
hoping sunshine will absolve.

We walk. A light breeze
caresses. We do not speak.
Surreptitiously I watch you
take breath, my mind
numb.

Leaves of eucalypts gleam
the fuzz of wattle
competes
with the sun.
All around us, in this
golden light, nature shouts
and we –
sigh.