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we hit the road

i took my old seat

behind dad

to ensure an authentic experience

and headed north west

past the calder raceway

where mum said

“i came here in 1968”

“as part of your assimilation” i joked?

“yeah, that and the MCG”

she’d never been to either one since

i’ve never been to either one at all

the sun hit me through the window

and the yellow hills all looked

strangely familiar

even though it’d been

so long

even the sound inside a car

when it’s doing 100 on a freeway

is something i never hear

these days