their champion. Willy rode in the blue car..
'that Sunday Mangawhai! was a skipper-
in and out of where the sun shone..
your head was pulled back at the edges,
I was twenty four, sitting by the shed,
retracing your stance in the crepe de chine
print skirt, distracted, the net
catching your skin.. ' She's not known to Willy
three years, locations little he remembered,
body was 'body in moonlight' sure -
breasts were youthful, dressed for evening..
but with poor definition.. all has. Nothing
at the coast's clear, it's more local (a service station, say
or a dairy) and takes my whole attention.