Poems and other writings by Adam Gibson
Thursday, November 29, 2007
By Adam Gibson ©
we will find the track
that leads to the beach -
past the campground
and the concrete block that's locked
and no-one's checked to see what's inside,
ever, in the history of this decade.
past broken bits of broken things.
old scraps of clothes and bits of bitou bush,
parts of cars that could never have
made this journey, surely:
so how did they get here?
we will keep walking and keep thinking
about that and then about something else.
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