Rowing

Light gold cirrus sprinkled the harbour,

Greeted sunbathing shipping containers.

Oars cut into the cool gleaming diamond

An eight legged insect –

We drove the quad.

Pair of little blue penguin's heads bobbed by.

We looked then rowed by in one straight line.

Cox,

One,

Two,

Three,

Four, we declared into air

And rowed

Trailed by the humming coach boat...

* * *

I stepped into the lagoon,

Little rocks climbed up my feet.

I lifted the boat,

Slim streams rained to concrete.

Breathed in the morning,

Washed and put the quad away.

Fresh to the lungs,

Blessed by another day.

Adonis Cherub

In soft lamp on my polyester pillow O wind blows… blood flows… Washed laundry waits Pensive and crumpled… Wanted texts halt my pen in surprise Ye charisma sings from the phone in my grasp Stirring a pulse within my ribs, The start of a sonnet… O thou lively gladiator, eros

Office life

O glossy black keyboard and turquoise bottle Black wireless mouse with a dark blue stripe My long-wired headset, notebook, Muji pen How all these things combine to give my desk its zen. Chomping carrots, floating thoughts I type my poems — wait, key messages... Life is cordial at the office:

Foxton river

Got up at six to go to Foxton Where we smelled a dead cow and blistered our hands. The double’s sun-strike, ice-cap, coral-blue beckoned Foxton's mud-brown current threatened. It was going to be a first time sculling together. The question was: Were we

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Foxton river

What a year!