Return

4 May 2016

In the first few jetlagged days of being
back in Australia, I always notice the birds:

the bright cacophony of rainbow lorikeets
the liquid alien throatiness of magpies

the dusty, distant, intimate confession of a crow.
But this time there’s something else as well—

as if the country is inside a dream
somehow sheared off from the dreamer.

Like looking up one day in the backyard
and seeing an enormous airship drifting by.

Then cracking open another beer.

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