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Poetry

Equinoctial

Selected for Best New Zealand Poems 2014

             A hand’s turn or two

             A hand’s turn or two
And my work is done for the day.
                     ~
            Behold my suit of meats
and fat tarantulas. Check out my cloak of knives
             and pinkest heliums.
                     ~
         Our lilies are broken by the wind.
Broken by the wind, and then they rust.
Broken by the wind, and then they rot.
                     ~~
A habit I seem to have formed (and can’t afford):
Each morning at eleven, a latte at the same place,
At the same table, my own inviolable spot
        Downwind of the non-smokers.
                     ~~
    Coffee. What a racket. I must be nuts.
 But I’m making an attempt to live, you see;
I’m conducting an experiment in living.      


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