Number 11, 1952

Number 11, 1952 Watching them raise across the plainin time to dead stop my dent of caron the Alpine WayIn the middle of nowhere somewherehundreds of brumbies in vermin galloptheir seeing nonchalancePassing me in their own time lostheads tossing eyes askance watchingfoals and predatorsAs I gasp a forlorn unbid admirationthe herd wild over the sealed … Continue reading Number 11, 1952