Down Te horo road at the length of it
where dust settles
Next to the construction mix depo
Across from the convenience store
The haze of morning
stretches between highways
the new one crossing where the sands begin
The old one from where I am from
Search the face of an elderly man
For one hint of optimisim
Down Te horo road
It's straightest stretch of road
where dozy neighbours appear
Dust caking their furry slippers
Not knowing if they should sip or chat
Cradling their coffee as much as their opinions
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