Purakanui

The usual rites of arrival
Are a dram of whiskey
And a long gaze into
The distant hills and the sea.

This time three workman are clamouring
And hammering at the guts
Of the crib.

Questions of how high
Do you want the shower?
What lighting do you want
Installed?
Sheets of iron and old timber
Everywhere.

After dealing with the minutiae
Of renovations
I was ready for a long walk
Along Long Beach.

Purakanui — March, 1993

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