Victoria Highway

Drive through the shadows
Of small clouds that
Dot the road
Lined by fire blackened trees
And termite towers
And baobab bottles
Standing stoic in the sun-
A giant glowing sun
Daring you to look at its heart.

Drive past the russet red rocks
Past the endless army of twisted trees
Past the lost cows
And the black cockatoos
That fly like sedate silhouettes of themselves

Watch the open road in front
With its own shimmering horizon
The road may pause
For secret grottos or transient towns
But the road does not end
Not even at its borders.


One thought on “Victoria Highway

  1. Loved ‘Victoria Highway’. You summed up that part of the world beautifully. Consider yourself an honorary ‘Geri Geri’ man.

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