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!