by M. J. Leach, Australia
My dog and I step outside to walk on soil the Sun dried. We cross dead grass to concrete concealing earth neath six feet. We pass in and out of shade conferred by trees spared from blades. We reach the curve of our court and head down a track of sorts. The dirt ascends in hot air then descends on worn footwear. I stand among reserved gum trees and feel refreshed yet glum. My dog gives chase to magpies that run at first and then fly over lands humans have changed. This landscape has been short-changed.
Acknowledgements: ‘Vestiges of Natural History’ first appeared in Live Encounters Poetry & Writing prior to republication in Natural Philosophies (Recent Work Press, 2022).