Beyond the black craggy rocks I see a white ship passing and an aeroplane in the sky.

Walking along the green 

steeply heights 

at a glance

I see all around me

Island Bay and Owhiro Bay

all at once.

Avie.

GROWING WEATHER

GROWING WEATHER.

I sense the pores 

breathing through

the green stem 

from the beginning 

of a slow rain

how the scent of the soil 

moves into the air 

that exudes the oils from 

fragrant  flowers.

Life absorbed by the earth

and the ancestral belief

that rain will bring 

survival.

Avie.

GLITZY

        GLITZY

I used to park Glitzy

outside in the cold night 

but since I've recently 

moved house

she lives in a spacious underground car park 

where it's warm and dry

and I know she's happier 

there out of the weather.

I try to convince myself

repeating over and over

she's only a machine it doesn't matter 

she hasn't got feelings.

She's only a machine.

She's only a machine.

Avie.