APAD 29: Going Bush

Going Bush
Heading out west with my Akubra hat
where no highrisers lean on the road
no buses, no trains, no bikes
just me a-wandering on
I’m taking the emptiest highway
past the spit-spat of houses
and cossets of trees
at the end of frayed ribbon tracks
golden-stubbled emptiness
sheep-dotted, cow-pocked
bound by sad-sagging fences
down-beaten by emus and roos
the world’s your oyster out here
though your oyster looks drier each year
your hat does duty as flyswat
and there’s nothing much wrong with that

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