Baby boy knit blue
Stretching far and wide.
Sea of stones hard as diamonds.
Pink pastel and oche talc.
Chipped rock in two tone.
Carcasses rot and scavengers feast.
Stunted trees pierce the landscape,
Old olive and weathered.
Such pretty contrasting shapes.
Undulating hills gently drawing me into nowhere
I would definitely die out there.
A cattle grid painted white appears up ahead.
A star feature in that snap shot of plain and sky.
We clunk over it.
Now, two white horses and a dappled gray,
I blink and they are gone.
The road becomes gray burnt bitumen.
It’s smooth and sexy like silk.
Satellite dishes and telegraph poles,
Corrugation and XXXX signs.
All rust and dust beneath
that baby boy knit blue.
Friday July 30, 1999