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.
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