
Swaying drunkenly,
chasing after the sunset—
high sails on the port.

Swaying drunkenly,
chasing after the sunset—
high sails on the port.

Bordering our coast
a wall that welcomes visitors—
towering palm trees.

Gathering of weeds,
basking in the spring sunshine,
colonise footpaths.

Forming tiny mounds
on shores of Rangitoto—
ocean laps away.

Small town existence
the silence of the morning
echoes through the fog.