The wonderful Terry Trueman majestically inks the Australian landscape circa 73. Reprinted without permission. :P

Near us, a brick chimney,

Blue smoke disappearing—

On farther, past red rooftops,

Past white walls,

Between black wires and grey poles

And beyond them and past

Parked cars and factory asphalt—

Far off, at a great distance,

Rising up in our eyes;

Many tress and farther still,

A cloudless sky.

But too late by then.

Too late.

Long and gone away, too late.