Stone
Pine Lavender
for Alan
Brunton
Journey
to discover the unknown self
– Nissan tyre cover
Part way through your personal
labyrinth
she was on
a different level said the Maori
hitchhiker
pause
to turn upriver
last night at the party
my stricken darling
cooed
the crew-cut girl
who drove you
to the station
walk round Hiruharama
hum of bees
bell-bird
a van with muffled mirrors
till you’re struck by
what?
not peace
no
not exactly
something more like waste
desuetude
following what?
your nose
straight
ahead
up through
the bush supplies a skidding
kid you’ve
come some way
to see this
music raps nearby
At
the Grave of James K. Baxter
s such a cliché
standing at the spot
where so much
bullshit stopped
a trifle unkind perhaps?
no doubt
but nothing
seems to happen either
wherever
he is
taint here
in books?
their readers?
words of a dead man
modified
in the guts of the living?
Stone Pine Lavender
a sign said miles ago
Stone
a nun
gathers up clothes
you fail to wave
Jack Ross
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