a landscape
Nolan-style
blurs our
abstracted
sense of belonging
to the world
Sitting
astride our trusty
steed:
we are a Ned Kelly
figure
escaping the long
arm of the law
and order that
threatens
to enslave;
armor-plated
against life’s hard knocks; rules
and regulations –
self-imposed
Discovering,
in our flight for
freedom
every year
Ned’s spirit that
rises
from the ashes
and ghosts
through the
countryside riding
secret pillion,
on our motorcycle(Cassy)
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