cut around the central plateau
mind maps of cabbage trees
that always pop-up
vignettes of haze + gilded show-horses
carting their elegance
in trailers of muck.

same season
same feeling in the air
same glow in the night sky
same voice that sounds Australian over the Telecom owned and operated
airwaves
No, born and bred
in native New Zealand
where shit was something Dad wiped from his face and neck
every evening before dinner.
 

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