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Rangitaiki Plains, 1983
Two poems By Michael Hall
‘Beat It’
Was No. 1 -
And in gumboots
I’d slumph
Across the paddock
Then the track
To the shed
And while mum
And dad
Finished off
The last row
Or scrubbed
The spattered cups
With their
Ordinary hands
I would
With a comet tail
Of water
Clear
The dark empty yard
Of cow shit.
You are a place in France
Because you are a place in France
I nearly went to because
Because
It was your name
I would have had to have
Taken a train
As the trains are good there
But what would that prove.
And I am not even talking
About love yet.
Michael Hall lives in Dunedin. He was awarded Third Prize in the Poetry New Zealand Poetry Awards 2020 for his poem 'Fencing'.
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