Nature study on the Ballarat train. Warehouse fennel balances lemon graffiti dots on waving tiny tips. Imperial thistles, their hundred heads burnt to brown paper by 41-degree day. Cacti, burst above Bacchus Marsh cuttings, the stress of a public domestic. Eucalypts, Heysen giants framed by three-second plateglass window frames, one after another, for miles. January blackberry, dark instrumental interlude on unheard plug-in mixed track. Bulrushes, a post-modern brooch where dam waters meet. Hawthorns, dead car brown in the willow paddock. Eucalypts, roots upturned to sun, house without a roof. Thick thistles, only thistles, the train side of the barbed wire.