Towards Port Levy
'High in those hills your name is forgotten.
- Denis Glover, 'Towards Banks Pensinsula'
the car. Congenial company, poets
of literary pursuits, our own and others,
what's happened and what might happen,
is the past, memories of those
and others, closer, now passed away. We
and highlight the day, the 'beauty',
I scour the countryside for detail:
the children come out to play.
in tranquillity, the sea a reflection of sky,
complete, and stay a while, recalling
the history, painted as ever on a single
noting wryly Mick's grave, how it lies
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