Coral Hull: Poetry: The Secret Horses Of Peterborough: 22. Port Augusta Plateaus And Western Myall Trees

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CORAL HULL: THE SECRET HORSES OF PETERBOROUGH
22. PORT AUGUSTA PLATEAUS AND WESTERN MYALL TREES

just outside port augusta, there were distant plateaus and western myall trees with elongated, very rough bark and leaves like clusters, supported by clouds of tiny green twigs, the rich black bark twisting worm like through the air, snake like, think snake, twisting into rainbow dawns, winching itself into knots and gracefulness, the trees sheltered themselves from the marauding desert sun, with umbrella flat top shields, as if the leaves are used to shade the branches from the whole concern of day, we leave the car balanced precariously on the sandy edge of the stuart highway, we move quietly away, deeper into the dune country, think story, see pictures of land through the twisted network of myall tree branches, silver one side, the other green, the wind blows it silver green, it is sugary western wood, ready for the tongue to lick to paste, the sand we tread is lichen pink, it quietly introduces a crisp abandoned snail shell into our palms, this is blue bush, a red clay place, twisty branches give a 3d effect, leading me into the thick myall trees for undisturbed miles, of painted dense red country, snagging me like web, i am directed off course, into thick framed pictures of scrub lined plateaus, through the western myall branches, off the road and into its deep quiet dune, when i am still, it begins to move, fly zirrums, a shy bird

    

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