day’s heat dissipates in each water-
rippling toss of light spreading out
between hunched bodies of granite
smooth and polished by melting snow
later along the winding durry
of a road a wombat lies like a pile of ash
or expanding is a popcorn bag earth-
turning through galactic microwave
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hear what it is in a language landscaped
for flies that seek life forgetting everything
their moment renders absent gauging the langue
of a land scraped a brown and black brumby
grazing on alpine grasses watched by caravans
of grey nomads traversing a final respite from
that life-of-work ethic beside the Yarrangobilly River
and in the distance
ASBESTOS
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freezing against the tent’s polyester
night down to 5 degrees morning
sun shifts across outcrops of limestone
and what could be a Bogong moth
in the ruptured history of my oatmeal
when sometimes there isn’t much to make
of a windscreen in the rain let alone mountains
capsuled and propelled on canvas en plein air
say an image say an image say what it is
to come to terms with humiliation here
for how can one relate or integrate inter-
twine and distribute if not the weight
then the sheering idea of owning land
when rising leads to more than rising will allow
tripped up on some road to Escondido
take the centre the way it rotates
can be pulled apart cracked by sun
for sometimes you’re simply off with the chips
and even here in the dark not always night
there remains this type of iron ore machine
that crawls through your mind and sleeps
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dead snow gum sea of cross-
hatching white in the mouth of
Gonipterus scutellatus shooting
vertically into blue into sweeping turns
it isn’t a sign that reads ‘something which falls
will continue to’ it’s a statement reverse
parked a morning that refuses to sing
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afternoon’s goat scratches its head
by the Snowy River rustling leaves
blurred in the circles drawn
by platypuses in the water
and outside Jindabyne
(inside a small Australia)
on the back of a Japanese ute
PROUD
