your curly garden kid
under a million stars
and smoke
and rain
and sun
and light

i await
the dark side train
to napier past wellington
i respite
breathing
the breathless love
of the brilliant night
with zillion stars

as i sleep on your large bed
and find home and
whanau
and friendship
and truth,
justice
intelligence
under the lemon tree

silver beet foliage
and a road
that shows
the world its love.

Cambridge

curly kid runs
amok with
sensitive eye
and homeless cartoon network

cause mold is gone
and garden gleams
in a glory of a bygone era
a smoke that
comes out of your chimney
as vodafone is kept in business

perfection is the pillow
that sleeps

heavy
and away

from fatigue
runs to sanddunes
in dreams and nights

a vigilant dad
awaits you home
that is millions of field miles
under a zillion stars
on a clear night

it is nature.
It is cows
horses
and
meadow green
and
love
for human beings.
as kids are warm
and granddad reads
and mauvi is lost
in his private paradise

the words are clear…
the lung needs air…
the air
that Cambridge bestowed
is unfortunately not there

as tongan marriage party
coming near
and cousins
and brothers
and tongan beauties
and all night
you need to sing and dance

save a lung you need it
while you still have a chance.