these hillsides with golden stubble.
gums with twisted limbs,
skies which beckon, bruised & clouded
cockatoos hang out their wings
flashing eyes which watch the road
raindrops at our tail
fishes for the high-away
silvered metal scales
A belly begs for chips to chew
and feet to beat the earth
eyes drink in a happy view
the asphalt for our girth.
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