FOR ANDREA
The lady obsessed
with the bird feeder
wears a dress
of splendid fashion
garden frills
adorn her garment
with pockets of
floral design.
The visitor
is close
as if in a dream
a flutter
so swift and sure
follows her path
above the sweet
colour of the
Kowhai tree.
Avie.
RIMU
The Grande Dame is
getting a face lift
the old veneer
is coming off her nineteenth century charms,
while the young boys
chant in the sun
to the rise
of the new super model.
Avie.
SHOWING MY AGE
Lily the pink
was playing over the wireless
"She invented a medicinal compound "
I watched the cigarette ash burn down the
long lit fuse.
Martini announced a sparkle of laughter.
It would be another seventeen years before
I would see her face again
for the last time
sitting on a bench
in the winter sun
under Brooklyn Bridge.
She lived on the second floor two blocks down.
Her apartment door
seven dead locks barred from the America
she adored.
Avie.
WEATHER BOMB
When I return
the aftermath
will be there
waiting for me.
I will toil
in the calm of the morning sun.
I will deal to the wind fallen chaos dealt by
natures ferocious hand.
Cut and sweep
the heavy green burden
across the brittle paths.
My thoughts are already
preparing to
sharpen the axe.
Avie.
