Turning from the main road to the dirt track,
I think the rearview mirror has dropped
to a useless angle again because everything
is dark, but I soon realize there are no lights
behind me anymore. My brights illuminate
a small section of the red grated road
but I hope the station wagon's rattling
is as loud on the outside as it is to me,
so the kangaroos dare not jump over
the single row of lighted shrubbery
lining the pathway to test the bull bar.
After a few turns, the town settles
into my rearview, a line of lights
across the horizon, but the road
in front is no brighter for of it.
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