Playing with Form: Triolet

Northern Territory Triolet
 
I pull up at the only bar for miles along the parched red-dust road, mad
with the heat and I see the glinting water of a swimming pool
and I’m tearing off my clothes down to my togs and am so glad
I pulled up at this lonely bar. For miles along the parched red-dust road, mad
with thirst, my own pooling sweat was the only moisture to be had;
and now this pool, winking at me, inviting and cool,
so I pull up at the only bar for miles along the baked red-dust road. Mad
and parched with the heat, I see the glinting water of the swimming pool.

 
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© Ammie-oy 2010
 

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