Atthis, dear to both of us
Mnasidika, has moved to Golden Bay
but her thoughts are here (she says)
like when we lived together
& she worshipped you from afar
or was that your guitar?
Now she outshines
those suntanned Nelson girls
like the Moon when darkness falls
folding her gentle light
over yellow fields of rape
eclipsing the starscape
wandering everywhere
the starved heart in her breast
grown skinny as her waist
while the night with its many ears
murmurs across the sea
dividing her love from me
something we know too well
Sunday
Mnasidika
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