As we bound along the highway,
I can't help but study the things
strewn about one of the lanes
or on the red dirt of the shoulders.
Is it a blown out tires shredded
or the remains of a kangaroo?
Does a uniquely shaped rock
catch my attention or is it a cow
lying on its side in the grass?
But once I know that kangaroo
hooves stay straight in the air
and their bones are the same color
as the bright eucalyptus branches,
I avert my eyes, grimacing
with regret to my own curiosity.
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