sunset red trail to red horizonOwen Bullock
ochre cliffdreamingof another millenniumBarry Sanbrook
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she-oak . . .a panting kelpie in the wisp of shade
a handfulof red Mallee dust . . .I’m home again
salt lake . . .
the time it takes
the flies to find me
a hundred miles
of dusty corrugate
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