April fools
Me with her heatwave
I'm feverish and restless
In a shearer's singlet
Icing my pelvis
Under a struggling fan
I long for autumnal relief
The recklessness of the rain
Against sore thighs
Crunching leaves underfoot
Heavy leather boots
And for cold mornings
Breath steaming the air
As if I were still smoking
But for now I recline
Febrile and raw
And still April's fool
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