Leaving Otahuhu
a grey-black bridge
those mangroves, that mud
and the brewery in the distance
suddenly: sky
crispness and blue
out here
you could lose a syllable
(or two)
down here
you can let things go
those mangroves, that mud
and the brewery in the distance
suddenly: sky
crispness and blue
out here
you could lose a syllable
(or two)
down here
you can let things go