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