Narcissus in Balranald

Dessicated,  grey
and  boring — nothing much to say.
I wonder why
I love this arid emptyness.
Is it because I know
each  cheerless inch of this
unending road?
Or is it just that we
reflect each other — these
bleak plains and I?

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