Constitutional (George’s Bay, St Helens, Tasmania)   A thrilling elegance of curve Seductive as a woman’s hip Thrust out, a corner on the track   Skirting the bay is blind and brings The black stampeded horses of Hippolytus as suddenly   To mind as they might sweep around And trample, and of course the train On top of Tolstoy’s heroine   Before she knew it, and Nietzsche, Who without warning on a bend, Confronted by a rearing mare   Being mercilessly flogged, flung His arms about her and went mad. And so I bypass on my walk   A bench…