Waikanae
The child between the horror and hanger
The umu and the peka
The mungatooks and Hemi matenga
Elizabeth is her root
From ill attempts at competition
right betwen the hills of heaven
Trashy pine and eucalypt dance
embedded into the native expanse
summers mild short sweet like half gas on element
Nostalgia on sunday past screams to stay relevant
not quite loud enough to wake the inhabitants
grandchildren and grandparents peep out
smokey chilly early winter evergreen and moss
spring thaw still rehearsing for stubborn frost
Sun held back by the tall poppy fume exaust
franchise shops and salvation budget cost
sand too light brushes knees till sore
soil so fertile the greenery flaunts
The southerly taunts
encourages a saunter
sunset over kapiti provoking thoughts
each day waves and gale yet such a happy glare
on the beach how has the fisherman fared
in small boroughs well tuned lawnmowers blare
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