Where the Farmhouse Stood

Brent Kininmont

Behind his eyelids
disappears the top dresser
to powder other

hard to reach acres.
To skim
the facing blue page

of the Pacific,
far as the desert's
ancient outlines of vast

mammals, birds.
As though the Nazca knew
we are drawn

to poorly explained signs –
these leftover blocks of
Oamaru stone,

that stretch of shingle down there
misspelled
Kinnimont Rd