Tidbinbilla

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I’m driving into poetry:

mountains
the blue of deep time
hang from parachute rain squalls
their slope and fuzz

but here
among paddocks
and a beaten black road

the sun sends lace
perfect as chivalry
to rest
on the shifting grass feathers

I'm driving
and I'm crying
beneath a tousled sky

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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