If a mile deep is Grand,
Is a mile high grander?
Over the Canyon, overheard
…and we were there for ten minutes
and looked at each other and said
well that’s it. A hole in the ground.
And it was so cold. Thought it was
s’posed to be a desert...
Travel is a dreamer's betrayal, a city
of familiar voices that fly like light.
Someone asks what brings you?
Bringing you back to the past.
Someone replies, breaking into song.
Don't you be so crude and a feckless
You been drinking brew for breakfast
Rudie can't fail...
You will have to help me out Topper…
the lyrics, I’ve forgotten like
so much from the ‘70s. Rotorua boys,
driving my father’s brown Holden EH
over to the coast. With girls. Girls!