
Handcuffed together
hydrangea in summertime,
there are no loopholes

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.

“Branches” seems surplus;
limbs of giant ancient trees,
cutting “arms” sounds bad.

Afraid, I hold back
leaping into the unknown;
trying new coffee.