Efi Hatzimanolis #2 Desert Tour 1983

Just short of Nyngan,
you ran out of water,
jogging alongside the boiling car, 
filling it - and yourselves - with the beer.
When you returned,
your scent was altered 
into something yeasty,
and you had the biceps of a roadie.
Raving all night, about the desert
night sky, you left me breathless as the stars.