Thin rain falls on us
in the warm
as we step into an
evening at the
Auckland Philharmonia
She sits upright
pony tail hair
falling loosely down
that ramrod spine
not quite touching the back
of the chair of steel
thighs open as her
legs clad in black
straddle the cello
arms and hands
instruments of passion
as they move
intent on the rhythm
……stilleto sophistication
Glaring midday sun
favours us
as we beat our feet
in an affair with exercise
on our real estate walk
He sits upright
In a faded van of grey
parked on an anonymous
suburban street
silvered hair greasy
left arm leaning hard
against the grimy
ripped vinyl of the drivers seat
withered bicep wrapped
with black tight tourniquet
fist clenched in expectation
right hand delivering
the needle of delight
as his dog hangs hungry
from the rear window
… heroin hallelujah
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Hi Michael
the two events, less than 24 hours apart, were a powerful contrast
i remember staring at that cellist for hours in the rain once - it was a rehearsal for an outdoor event. Something about her eh
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