It's a townies idea of a wilderness
A gate and a track you can drive a truck down
Navigated engineered and dammed
Except in spring when the kowhai forest flowers
Chrome yellow under cobalt blue
And flocks of tui wheel and rattle
Drunk on nectar.
Quiet compared to Karanga a Hape road
Where big cars boom and rattle
And the flock are drunk on rum and party
Under cadmium light
One with a dam in his head, cutting the flow
Of love producing an issue, still borne.
A jigsaw puzzle
Solved by disposal, beyond the light
In the tangle of supple jack and bush lawyer
Watched by the owl.
Exposed by the dawn to no one
Turning sweet nature into forbidden land
Waiting for redemption.
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