Hone Tuwhare
I remember you
sitting there alone
leaning over a walking stick
outside the cafe on a
sweltering summer's
afternoon in Hamilton Zoo.
If I had introduced myself
I bet we'd have bantered
about everything except poetry.
I wanted to say something honourable and profound to you,
but I have no doubt
it would have come out all wrong
ridiculous and adoring.
Instead I watched you from a far
It was a moment in time
'under no ordinary sun.'
Avie.
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