a dusting of brown (turning into black)

I thought the smoke
that rose
from the fire
was enough

of and by itself
it took over
all our lives

breathing the death
of our forests
was

confronting

and I felt as low
as person
who holds
such things
in his heart
can feel

but
in a world of
one-off
astonishments
and dismay laid on

I should not
be surprised
there is always
one more thing

the topsoil
of new south wales
has risen up
to the sky

a cloud of dust
starts brown
then turns
to brown

turns itself
into billows

and day
into the black
of night

~

From the News: a haboob dust storm in new south wales