Wednesday, May 07, 2003
To Broken Hill
I have stepped off the wheel
and journeyed to the shore
to farewell my love.
And now I return
to this castle in the desert
bastion of history and culture
village of surreal normalcy
I cling
the wheel has turned without me.
I watched
him paddle into shadow
each stroke slashing deep grooves
on my heart:
these cannot be erased.
You cannot see my wound.
I hide behind my smile.
24/3/03 Syd-BH
Piokiwi 12:45 am
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