so, where do i want to live?
there are plenty of places
better visited
than lived in
but i feel the pull
of the west
if only
i could understand
why.
i went walking today
down the long road
my father would take
on our way home from flying gliders
out near bacchus marsh
i remember the sodium-yellow lights
hitting old factory buildings
while the car radio played
6 o’clock rock
and i’d wonder what it was like
on this side of town
i don’t remember seeing people
just the buildings
and the loneliness.