August 1988

it’s hard to believe there’s a hole in the sky

on days like this

on days like this

the blue goes on forever

sunlight streaming down

hot, clear, and blinding

colours exuberant in it all

just look at Hinze’s new barn

gloriously red

plunked squarely down on a field

of living, vibrant green

there ain’t no hole up there

on days like this