car window

We drive away in a rush

ing by blurry fields of green and yellow

wattle 

goes as soon as it comes

out of nowhere, a kangaroo bounces into view,

and it bounds alongside on a hidden road of its own.

But its legs can’t keep up with the pace

of mechanical motion

in the leaves

before I knew it was there

fore only seeing a rustle.

Oh, how I wish I could follow it and go

ing away, the grass turns to ash

en black what once was evergreen

trees reduced to ebon needles

stab the flesh of dying beasts

breathe out one last                breath.

until it all comes back at once.