jack said that, and it applies here
looking into the past
love the times in adelaide
the places, people, weather
the food
just evacuating myself from
my brother's house
at christies beach
gives me a sense of sadness
to be leaving
adelaide rocked me gently
showed me love
from people
and sent me questing into new things
art school was a distinct mental shift
for me, that shift gave me so much
i wander amongst the memories,
picking over the rubble
john mcguinness is there,
existing only in my memory
now.
i've been toasted in forty degrees
i've been drenched in sheets of driving rain
and cleansed by a mother of a wind
now i move on to older climes
salt bush red dirt strong wind blue sky hot sun
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