Gorse gouged and there's Manuka shadow
flower. Whoever John George and Betty B
are, they had a . . .
I'm miraculously catching half an hour
soaking before the pool shuts. Thinking
about John and Betty's simple graffiti
on the tug. Picturing, loving St. Roche
lit up, silver birch tree-tangle six
o'clock mass. Why is there a high stupid
fence between the sensual and the spiritual?
I was sicker then. But I could spring back
better. I'm putting my three unsold
paintings of Hanmer Springs 1989, on
my living room walls, with my five newest
1988 paintings.
1989-90 acrylic on hardboard 1200 x 900mm