Sport 17: Spring 1996
The Virgin on the Hill
I remember the virgin on the hill
leading the way for my sore eyes
and my sorest heart, back to you
and the tricky sorrows of love we'd
once captured so well.
With mercy I said yesterday that
I didn't know where you were now,
though I looked for you in the field
of yellow weeds with my feet sunk
in the old marks of lawn bowls.
I looked up for the virgin, the clouds,
the evening star, and saw only
kurrajongs which I think are much
like tuis because they are black birds
and bigger than sparrows.