Gauguins in a Honolulu Gallery

They burst a wall with Tahitian sex,
fruit in alien hues;
trees are gods granting women shade.
I widen like a path in a clearing.
In the gallery restaurant,
I eat what I can afford with lifted eyes.
I sit alone with quiet hands.
My spine is a rod
lit with colour.

Helen Addy

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