Passenger 26

The last passenger on my list, number twenty six
She has to sit up the front with me
I'm joking on the intercom 'cause this part of Highway One
You wouldn't exactly pay to see
Backyards, rusting cars and sheets out on the line till the six lanes come down to two
And all the time she's giving me that look I've seen before
But this time I don't know what to do

Changing down on the road to the bay
Parking on the gravel strip
By the motel and the putting green
Once the travellers' cheques are signed
She and I wait behind; I get us Ice-creams from the machine
John runs this motel and
He has a scar and a crooked hand
He says: business hasn't been too good
Ever since the river mouth shifted to the south
And the trees washed down in the flood

And he says; you remember Mary and Jack?
They had a baby - a few months back. That's their house - on that hill
He's a fine and healthy child
His dad's eyes and his mother's smile, but he's got webbed fingers and a fish's tail

After dark we meet in the bus
Her skin tastes like salt
She rolls her eyes back when she comes

I wake up to the sound of the tide
I don't see her so I walk outside

The Coromandels turn in their sleep
They breathe ; across the deep
As I climb the hill
Just like the way she - breathed on me
Once she was still

The moon spills on the sea like silver paint on a black dress
I check my list again
There were only ever twentyfive

And didn't John with the crooked hand say:
Its not human and it's not a bird
But sometimes you'd swear you heard a cry
It means gales are coming
It means gales are coming
Through the gap

I think of my passenger
Wind's getting up
Wind's getting up

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