Mare
horses/donkeys
headed towards the new paddock
delicious purple flowers over there
gate open
oh gate gate open oh oh
gate
open the wind tries to dislodge
everything
sweep
it into the next valley the next
maybe
all the way into deserts beyond these tablelands
Mudgee Dubbo trees say but no
theyre
staying house is not going the mare
pretends
she
tries to fly without her wings horses had them
once her tender brown velvet
muzzle soft as
earth my hand meets her face
in my dreams
my late thirties here she is a plastic animal
in a
grid of paddocks
a long way away you want it
to change too quickly you think storms
in
sunlight you think going crazy if
this mountain
doesnt shift all at once the sky
changes or
doesnt
change you horses gates all
open
mountains the sun races to change
it clouds
streak across it now trees turn darker
a star
appears the property takes care of itself
you
now
grateful to be here Im staying here
Im
old the shed just the shed Im staying
just a
shed nothing more gate open peeling
back the
broken wood let me live let me inside
myself
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