Today…
I hung the view
and not the washing with pegs
Each line was wired central
Straight to your heart
standing
beside my tree
pinched in disturbance
of farewells bewilderment
Travelling altitude breezed
indiscriminately and dried
drips against blue sheets of
water harboured on
my foothills of Titirangi*
By evening…
salt and spray over Airport
mingled as laundry
freshly promenaded
airing as
sitting in Minnehaha
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