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 Capital of  the minimal
I a i n   L o n i e


Point of No Return


We took flight at last
as we said we would
flying westward, disencumbered

above the thunderclouds
and the turmoil of the elements
in the taut fuselage of our skins

we reached the furthest point
flying six miles high
higher than any condor.

It was what we had come to see
but then you fell to earth:
I watched you, turning over and over

the faintest white speck in the blue
then the many white specks of which blue is made
in the end, only the blue.
 

[CD, Wai-te-ata Press, 1984]  



The Estate of Iain Lonie 2004


 


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