Pink Lake

By | 2 February 2001

one day, i think about a pink lake
as i drive past it in a bus

i don’t think about the bus, but the lake
i think how completely real it looks
i think how without a story to it it seems

i think how unreal it would all sound
to anyone not familiar with the wimmera

but most of all, i think deeply
(almost as if i am walking tall
in the high grass towards it, warm in the bright sun,
all eyes)
i think PINK WATER!

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