Eastside food market Waikanae

You could lose your way on elizabeth street
The only road inland for quite a distance
The public house full of gambled lost souls
Rural haunt

Those hills like brothers and sisters
In a big family that understood itself
looking down over that convenience store
Their shape like fathers face

Oh to walk to that convenience store
That southerly getting in on an angle
The wind a kind of thief
taxing our steps and cooling our hearts

The grass all the way up the lefthandside of the road
tickling ankles until winara
The ghost avenue a root tongue under driveways
A backbone of snobbery and sherbet smelling camelias

Those old boards painted and creaking in summer heat
Holding the convenience store together
Seddon street smile as the sun let it
School children wander

It´s there like my grandfather
A stones throw from brother church
a murmur of civilization
neighbors almost unseen