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Archer River

It's not as good once you get there
like dreams brought into the open.

Just sand and a red, sluggish
current with crocs on the bend.

But I had to wade into the water -
the Archer River in Australia,

in Far North Queensland, far
from a schoolboy's inky finger

on an atlas, as far as the future
was then, now keeping my promise.

It's not as good once you get there -
but you don't have to go twice.

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