by Ellie Cottrell

Wanderlust leads us
to places like these:
‘Hairitage Hair’,
in a historic town
ninety minutes’ drive
from Boorloo.

It’s raining the day we
arrive, so strange in
this summer dust bowl.
Every sign is cracked
from old heat, the store
fronts weathered from
years of UV.

You’ll find us here —
outside Hairitage Hair —
eating mid chicken parmies.

You’ll find us here —
at the check-in desk —
meeting Jane in her
jewelled name badge.

Wanderlust leads us,
with a wink, to ‘Room
Fleay’ on the upper
most floor. No
evidence of fleas.
Just raindrops
twinkling,
on the eaves.