Updated: Nov 10, 2022
I have not seen this girl before
but already I love her,
poised, upright, purposeful,
with long hair curling from her helmet
and limbs so slim and breakable
as she asserts her right
to ride with the morning traffic
through the two-lane five-point roundabout.
Belted and air-bagged I drive just behind,
mindful of old scars, praying for her.
Although the blue sky lured me out riding around Lyall Bay I found the long black road shaded from a low-slung northern sun, grateful that a passing ute broke the law on my behalf to swerve over the d
Here you lie, a dapper chap who once spoke with ease of dreams for church and community, a warm smile often breaking free to crease your handsome tanned face, a visionary eager to convert the conventi
After the coronation, with its glut of purloined gold and gems and bizarre re-enactment of relics from the glory days of Empire I walk the steep wet paths of Central Park through punga and kawakawa, p