I closed my eyes as I sat in the jet
And asked the hostess if she would let
Me take on board a patch of sky
And a dash of the blue-green sea.
Far down below my country gleamed
In thin dry rivers and blue-white lakes
And most I longed for, there as I dreamed,
A square of the desert, stark and red,
To mould a pillow for a sleepy head
And a cloak to cover me.
- Jack Davis
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