Butterfly Effect - ressourcesfeministes

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The Land
for Renate and River
I travel out across the land 1 I dream of being born in the
land the land that sings my soul is flat and dry and you
can see the curve of the horizon the wheat dust hits a
nerve in my nose I say they’re harvesting I can smell it but
trained to alpine meadow grass you cannot
we sing and play games with our voices as we drive into
unknown places drive off the map of the known world 2
into worlds we create for ourselves
in the back seat is the kelpie 3 brown as the land alert as a
dingo some call her a red cloud kelpie fast as the wind the
red dust flying
three hundred kilometres down the road we reach a town
where we will refuel the car and ourselves the
supermarket is a great tin shed its shelves filled with
goods from baked beans and tinned tuna to T-shirts and
fly nets
Olga 4 and I head for the local pool swim shower and head
back out bush to camp amid ancient rocks intricately
carved by time ochred by hands that have been here well
before us with our modern accoutrements we have been