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A Poem for September 2014

 

Elemental

 

It is elemental, this city of ours

Wellington, where the southerly pours in from Cook Strait

And funnels, rowdy and riotous, through the streets

Wellington, where the sea explodes over the rocks of the coast

And rolls in powerful, grey-green swells that ripple like muscles across the harbour

Wellington, where the summer sun makes the air shimmer and the sea dance

Heating the sand of Scorching Bay and melting the tar along Oriental Parade

While a gentle sea breeze brushes faces and strokes bare arms at café tables

 

It is elemental, this city of ours

Built where mountain ranges dive beneath the ocean

Where the giant plates arm wrestle to try their strength

While we wait in nervous resignation

Walking, talking, eating, drinking, working, sleeping

Dancing, singing, laughing, crying, loving and living on the edge

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