Sport 39: 2011
From the Hotel De Vere
From the Hotel De Vere
for john pule
Lithe blond and beautiful
the girl flying up the concrete steps
between Potts Point and Woolloomooloo
as if on wings that were invisible
A goddess who may once have darted through
an olive grove in Tuscany)
leaving me to saunter sunstruck in Sydney.
Only later
from a green room at the De Vere
with a view across orange roof tiles
to Elizabeth Bay’s blue inlet
did I remember
sweat dark between her shoulderblades
how the motif on her TEE shirt
bore the legend
AIR ITALIA.