Salient. Victoria University Student Newspaper. Volume 36, Number 25. 3rd October 1973
there are places in a man where a city might grow.
Dark hallways leading down into the street, the
messages of strangers found under the door, bridges
leading out over the water, islands that look like a hand.
once I came to such a city. We meet in the night as
I left a train and stood on that platform listening
to the wind talk of boxcars, split rails, and a
fireman $ severed hand. She took me home to a straw
fire, a camp in the darkness, the smell of the
hunted underneath the smoke.
show him the door. And 0 it was beautiful. Here
were dark buildings where your friends lived, cars
where you felt safe, a window that couldn't break.
but in a city a man can become lost. You stand in
that street trying to remember your address. Is it
even the right city. Airports, harbours, railway
yards — they all ask questions. It is easy to leave.
It is hard to return.
D.S. Long, Christchurch