Wisdom In Slices Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Sophie I talked to your sister in Whanaurua Bay.

She has lost her teeth but her smile is beautiful.

She makes the most wonderful apple pie

Mounding and smothering it in cream from a squirty tube.

I asked her: ‘Can I take a photograph? ’

She was shy about her teeth but appreciative

Of my attention and half-agreed that she should

Treat herself to a set of dentures that she could enjoy.

I added kindly, like a Pakeha gentleman:

'I have reached the stage in life where

I appreciate women of character'.

There is no doubt there Sophie of the Mana that you both share -

It would have animated Jung archetypically


If either of you had served him a tan slice or a custard square.