RED_DIRT_CAMPFIRE

I went shopping with my white family
you can't come in without shoes said the security

I went shopping with my bush mob family
can we have a camera to aisle 4 said the security

I shared a meal with my white family
we said grace before we ate

I went hunting with my bush mob family
every bit of bush tucker was collected with grace

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This poem was written at Ruby Gorge, when I was missing the Titjikala kungkas. Always missing someone, somewhere.