“Meddle”

nature, Personal Reflection 1 Minute 
Pink Floyd
car’s rumble thickly bass
on burnt strip of tar

I skinny-dip in
terracotta beats
and wide open chords
drawn long as the desert sky.

Stopping for fuel
heat; 
a burst of flies
imagines a shiver in the air

skin raking for breezes.

Written for dVerse Quadrille “Shiver”

This is a lasting memory of a 2002 journey through central Australia listening to Pink Floyd’s album “Meddle” a lot. So perfect for the terrain.

Published by abigfatcanofworms

We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.

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