
As the old goes out
our world makes way for the new
summer will pass, too

As the old goes out
our world makes way for the new
summer will pass, too

Thick suit of armour
oak bark wearing week-old moss
faces axe bearers

Handcuffed together
hydrangea in summertime,
there are no loopholes

I wake to a glow
alien pink filters in
my window at five

Tiny Christmas lights
bringing joy to street corners
Pōhutukawa.