in the faerie tales there are plenty of warnings
about staying too long
eating magical food
and letting places get under your skin
not for nothing does the name of this place
'a longing to return'
i stewed cauldrons filled with harakeke bundles
was permitted to ride a horse
around the country in these pix
along that beautiful beach [above]
they let me plant a tree
and not just any tree
but a Kauri
and i now know who mixes the world's best Margaritas
[not telling, word gets around anyway]
i didn't even mind being eclipsed
what a coincidence
that the one crumpled piece of paper i found
while walking the windblown road with my friend
thinking it might be interesting
to use as a page for a book
turns out to be this...
it's not quite
'of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world'
but it's getting close.