We came from Melbourne up over the Great Dividing Range to be atop the Barrier Range. Then onward to a river camp in the corner country of northwest New South Wales. The idea was to travel once more to the desert, starting at Broken Hill, then camp, explore, immerse ourselves and stay awhile, not just hop from roadside postcard photoshoot to national pretty park, not to blithely pass through.
does melinda bufton think this much
about collared shirts?
i’m throwing it off in a big way &
no-one notices. i’ve seen it cause a
fuss & now that’s the only way to do
I carry within the unmimicable dark.
Weeping open on the train one day
I learn no-one speaks to the sorrowful
I mean it to be a thing that is lank but fond like a dead feather boa no-one can remember who it belonged to originally god
but you still grab it