I didn’t know the radio was on until
I stopped the car 50 minutes later.
A world of metal born against metal
filled my ears as the car and I thumped
across baked corrugations
like a couple of mad old hens
who’d lost their feathers decades ago
and every other part some dodgy prosthetic
made of tin stuck with bolts and chains
to hold us together more or less.
I kept looking in the rearview mirror
convinced I must be leaving half the car
on the road behind me
but all I could see
was red dust chasing us like wild horses.
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