A few of the few who travel by train,
travel long distance by train,
are aware of how the space between
encroaches on what it's between,
and how anything that's in that space
that challenges encroachment
can be made a laughing stock.
Dimboola's a place where the space between
makes you think that it's lost in space
and accepts that it's lost in space.
Yet there must have been two meetings:
one that suggested a natives' garden
in a space where 'The Overland' stops;
and one that wanted a garden
that mocks all things not lost in space
and suggested exposed plastic sheetings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem