Tuesday, December 20, 2016
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The drive back from Melbourne is a patchwork of histories. Back home, after three days on the road, the paddock's new grasses are wind-free, still. At last green. "It's as if it's all making up its mind," someone said to me day or so ago.
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7/28/2025 6:30:33 PM # 1.0.0
Yet the green keeps on expanding. All the wreckage of dreams, fears, complex constructions floats through it like abandoned machinery, rusted by the sky. Fences and cars go down in it like holiday makers on a beach entering the water, slowly, inching their way, with a hundred different gestures of surprise, a hundred different screeches and laughs.. oh what a fine poem. tony