Saturday, September 4, 2010


Last Few Minutes of August
in New Zealand, Two Hours
Ahead of Eastern Australia


How long will I sit
expecting my ship to come in?
There's one beyond
the Toyota Shed but not
on my nearest pier.
I have a brief intention
of running out into
the cold black street -
scratch my itchy wrist instead
eat coffee-flavoured chocolate
drink Saints' Merlot
listen to the incessant mystery
of machinery, vehicle
equipment and engines
for moving things, leaving me
unmoved, dreaming of ships
coming in unseen.


A ship came in. A barge.
Its stack packed, still
almost intact.
Has it come to give
or receive? The slow
pirouettes of portainers
could deceive.

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