the tent floor goes over the snake hole
*
smell of bushfire I return to the world
*
dawn, half-awake, putting my feet on
*
dark waters do the dead look up
*
a distant drone… gully sky
the tent floor goes over the snake hole
*
smell of bushfire I return to the world
*
dawn, half-awake, putting my feet on
*
dark waters do the dead look up
*
a distant drone… gully sky