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When my cousin was lost (to me) somewhere in the Australian Out-Back or in Papua New Guinea, I looked at her last known address on Google Earth, which was relatively new, and wrote this poem.
Eye bagged,
not jet-lagged
but weary of travelling —
colonial first!
With cultural thirst —
I’ve been to Bathurst.
Didn’t fly —
eyes in the sky,
‘visit Bathurst and die.’
Down,
down,
to the gold-rush town.
Ten mile dive —
saw your Ute
on the drive.
It’s fifty years in our diaspora,
I’ve come to play,
what do you say,
Deborah?
dianaashworth 