Tuesday, September 30, 2003
On a nicer note, I have been scribbling still. And performing - my prize tally for the Tues poetry nites at a nearby pub standing so far at $10 and a bottle of red (which will go nicely in my cooking). This one is a draft still, a patchwork of thoughts about going home:
Homecoming (notes)
Aotearoa
land of clouds and shadows
sun burst and sea stars
the pull of earth
its air freedom
Weekend smell
sliding clotheslines
roar of distant lawnmowers
sand wedging in toe cracks
introspection on the verge of rockpools
feet on sharp oysters
rain on asphalt
corrugated iron
glossy leaves stroking wet glass
friendship ringed round board games
pizza and fizz in glasses
long drives through night
to beaches made secret by moonlight
sinking onto black sand
lost by choice
scratching our names in the sand
swings dancing in darkness
city lights reflected
dark road like polished greenstone
cheerful clink of cups
playing student in a fleece
in the warm groan
of my old Toyota
and now I can come home
21.8.03, 4.11.03 Annandale
Piokiwi 1:40 am
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