óJeffrey Paparoa Holman
limp sunflowers from Wai-Ora, we tossed out.
day of the tranquil lion, the bee's face, done.
saw you, last year, in London: old, dying, young.
Albert Hall, thirty years on from '66.
down the road from printing 'Howl'.
A lifetime free from peddling Ipana toothpaste blurbs.
chanting, swaying: a Hassid gone astray.
for that last polemic NY ballad, McCartney.
on bass, backing the last of the Beats