Poem: A Hard Act To Follow

Some 20 years ago, I took a call to interview an Ethiopian poet in Wellington. His was a refugee story. He had a book out – and I jumped in my car, met him at his job and asked him a few questions.

Home straight after, I typed it up, drove back into town to hand in my copy for the week’s free arts and culture rag.

I never knew if I did a good job but it c…