post-dawn
___red sun___pinks the hills
_-out the passenger window__winery country
____-signposted gourmet tours
columns of vapour_-rising_-over pools
_-& the Swan too_-as we bridge over it
this early_-only airport traffic
___rows of dormant yellow earthmovers
___________bobcats for hire
these lives we will never lead
____-laid out dead before us
Below: NASA satellite image of the Swan River, Western Australia (click on image to enlarge)
Monday, December 21, 2009
departing (2009)
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That picture goes well with the poem. It looks like a whole hunk of land at the top left is just made out of metal and cement.
ReplyDeleteYeah, as with most of the pictures on the blog, the poem came first and I chose a picture to fit. Sometimes it works the other way round though.
ReplyDeleteI love satellite pictures, that sense of vastness. I find the elements of order (roads, property borders, etc) are uncanny: somehow comforting and terrifying at the same time.