Sunday, October 4, 2009

there’s a gate out beyond all paddocks



















there’s a gate out beyond all paddocks

set that way portentous
sun that way
like the golden ute
gone its russet run
among those swag bedraggled gods
wiping their chins with billy tea
rum
whatever they can get their hands on

more shadows than trees

they’re out there
believe me

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