Monday: Paekakariki hills
The
leftover candyfloss wisps hang stickily across the foothills
We didn’t
add any colouring because that always clogs up the spinner
so they’re
white, brilliant white
against the
dark green backdrop of pine
Tuesday: Paekakariki beach
The smoke around
the bar hangs low and heavy
Clearly
anti-smoking laws don’t apply here.
The bell
rings over the door, except it sounds less like a tinkle
and more
like the crash
of waves
upon the sand.
Wednesday: Otaki
A wet white jersey with droplets glistening
on fibres when it warms it steams
and smells like a dog
feels like a dog, shaking it's fur on the
beach
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