28 February 2008
Wellington
City of contradictions
made and menaced by the sea:
how to contain you?
You spring out of your box.
A wind
blows you over and over the hills.
This poem is included in my latest collection, All Blacks' Kitchen Gardens.
Labels:
city,
hills,
Wellington,
wind
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