This poem is taken from PN Review 38, Volume 10 Number 6, May - June 1984.
The Magic BagwashRemember writing a story 10
years ago ended driving a
van 'The Magic Bagwash' north
of Auckland with the motto
'Everything comes out White'
parking on a coarse matt of
grass under pohutukawas
listening to waves flopping
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