You can deliver yourself to any destination
on the planet at any time you want now.
We flew over two and a half hours of
abstract
Aboriginal art that traced dry river beds,
salt lakes, clay pans and wavering desert
ridges
on a baked iron canvas with faint dots for
trees
to arrive here, where my ageing parents sit
quietly
as commas in the long sentence of the life
of this city.
Each verse changes direction as the narrative flies onwards. I like the way you have managed to make the poem grounded yet ephemeral.
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