In Port Augusta
By ralph
Wed, 15 Sep 2004
- 1260 reads
And it's you and I
a tinned radio
on the bench
at the bus station
in Port Augusta
South Australia
Your face falls in and out
of shadow
the late afternoon sun
beats the roses
to a bow
Wickets
fall in Perth
While a train crashes
In London
Short wave seduction
folds the world in two
And we are heading north
to a new heat
that may burn us to cinders
come midnight
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