TASMANIA
Tasmanian Oak and Huon Pine leech into the creek, creating tannin coloured water like tea
over the oldest convict bridge in Australia, and dont you know, it was a little towns claim to fame
and crayfish a foot long, the Cradle Mountain rock that was called The Fingerprint of God by a naturalist
you know in a decrepit old house a ghost stood and looked at me on the way, my car hissing like snakes
and a curving road, down to a little town with a cemetery on a hill, laid down dead fisherman lost at sea
as i met a black haired girl in the morning, and walked and talked about life, and places lived, things done
and i sketched a place at Mole Creek, and charcoal imitated trickling water in a drawing done in dimming light.
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