time flows present to past

1 August 2017

like I’m driving backwards
could so easily slip
between the ribs of the black box the boree
and never be seen again

Birrang: country shifting about on emu-feet late afternoon
slow-creek-water-winking
full of turtles
maybe

Birrang: seeing by slant-light
when the vegetation has body
the horizon’s tawny-gold reach into black cloud

and I’m barrelling along present to past
listening to The Pretenders

don’t get me wrong

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