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.
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