Friday, May 17, 2013

Not Nygan RSL

The bush begins behind Bourke, 10kms out of town the sadness of that tough town disappears

The kids bunking off school everyday and the front gardens of savage guard dogs are replaced by those wide open spaces

You stop and stand still, turn off the bike and all that can be heard is the deep, sub sonic resonance of Australia

The dust is brown, red, grey and sometimes white

That plume of dust gets into everything and somehow once you have stood still and heard that booming, sub sonic resonance of this huge place that dust marks your soul and draws you back again and again, out and into these wide timeless spaces

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