TOWN HOUSE

TOWN HOUSE

Through my window

I see a south facing wall

of a town house.

When once I

watched the 

seagulls fly 

over the green hills 

the blood line 

of the sun would 

fall behind a 

coloured sky

on the black hill

at the day's end.

The eye lids of houses

would open beneath the starry night

I would listen to

the cabbage tree 

witness the burnt scars on the battled leaves

the defiant green evidence of rage against the brutal southerly winds

blowing across

the dark expanse

of the Cook Straits.

Now In the town

I close the curtains

for a less 

disturbed silence.

Avie.