The human brain, so frail, so perishable, so full of inexhaustible dreams and hungers, burns by power of the leaf.
A woman of thirty pours the inch or so of milk
/ left in a jug, sets the jug high on a…
Beneath this giant pohutukawa
/ the cares of the world seem to cease.
/ Concrete steps zigzag from the street to a sandy beach
Late autumn’s good up around
/ The neighbourhood mountain’s misty flank in the morning
/ When the piss-trail of the morning promenade’s fresh
/ And even…