The day your driver stoppednot halfway home
to say another bus had crashedin Takapuna
& he’d been toldto turn around
pick up the passengersbut you got out instead
thinking it might be quickerto walk home
only to see his tail-lightsreceding
before you got halfway thereyour feet started to hurt
in those damned sandalsuntil you tried
that one surefire shortcutthat took so much longer
& you feltnot so much alive
as if you ought to feel
something like that
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Castor Bay (4.30 pm)
Sunnynook (11.00 am)
not me I wasn’t
actor
in other men’s wars
Tonight I took the car out
for a spin
in moonlight
starting at shadows
Today I stayed at home
alone at home
same’s true
of yesterday
Tomorrow?
Off to hunt
the foxes
from their holes
Mairangi Bay (9.30 am)
The sparrow inside
my letterbox
hopped out
when he caught my eye
•
Patron Saint
Atticus
Memorial Day
6 November
Martyred in Phrygia
Nothing else
is known about him
•
3 in the morning
mosquito-net
tangled
around me
car-alarms
still howling
overhead
I tot up
the crapola
that I’ve written
Not a lot
to kindle
when I’m dead
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