Tyretracks
Silence sat
like a silver globe
Over the Tasman Sea,
Cold grey wind
rippled fast
through the mane of a
Pohutukawa tree.
Gulls mute
aloft like leaves
Sliding without a sigh,
Shell-cracked beach
saw me bumble
another traveller
Here passing by.
My wheels
dug them deep
Rubber stones in black earth,
Engine winds
coughed up fumes
bitter grey in the air
Metal shoes in the turf.
Silence split
like fruit with mould
Under mottled ngaio leaves,
Salt air bit
waters reproach
eating my metal horse
Raw sound returning time.
ypyT, 8th April 2008










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(Where do u live? :3)
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In Palmerston North (lower North Island) - do you live in Japan, or do you just love their little cats? You've got a really cute one for your avatar!
Hey, what's the context behind your signature quote?
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Im in W.Auckland, my signature goes pretty far back, so just pretend "stuff" is a person
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