Wellington Poneke A Tara Poem by Thomas Golding

WELLINGTON
Poneke a Tara

Houses cascade in static splendour
Rooted shallower than the trees before
Denying the force which bids them move
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Sunlight rolls back the dark
Moving from peak to foot
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Birds have flown to contemporary roosts
Those sagging antennae which advise
Direction of prevailing winds
Sagging
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Houses perch in chaotic sprawl
Some built with the aid of flying foxes
That never really flew
Merely travelled captive up and
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May the earth never move
May gravity not have its way
May those houses built on hope
Never tumble
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