On a Good Day

Mount Vic presides over a slab of lapis lazuli,
Retro Ricky T-shirts crowd the cake tin –
tonight’s the night the Phoenix striker gets one in,
kaka call their way across the Sanctuary
& Tawhirimatea’s all out of puff.
For a moment we might even forget
our gouged graveyards, wrecked centre,
the shiny, hollow towers that stand testament
to those who’d rip out this city’s liver
to make the traffic move a minute faster,
who’d bury our past quicker than any Richter-scale
taniwha. Oriental Parade. Here’s a thing:
fill a bucket with the sand we stole from Golden Bay
and take it back on the Interislander.

Sunset from my Wellington home

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