When summer feasts yet doesn't have the guts
Shining on the protruding blades of grass that don't cut
each one a minute failing to stall
dulling the impact of each footfall
Over the chest of eternity
Summer has betrayed the afternoon
This golden hue from hill to dune
exposes the rough flying sands of time
fading color of plastic castles local kids climb
In the middle of a retirement complex
The mother voice comes calling
What is ending closing son what is falling?
The sands of time mother running out
Bleached yellow sentiment's drought
Over the few days cloud was ousted
The shriek of children in joy not fear
The aged smiles wheelchair ridden wear
Kapiti island will eat the sun today
The contrast between young and grey
The lack of heat and the abundance of wind
which dances over the blades of grass
each one curated to simulate the recent past
Inside the oystershell this town a pearl
insulated from the outside world
A miniature of a town glazed in novelty pride
A little souvenir
A child holds becoming spellbound
One destined to stay in that tiny town
Who holds it up into the sunshine
Just to count the grains that make the sands of time
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