Not home
Right now is not home.
It's more a classic
Kiwi camping ground
at the beach.
With the salty lick of a
Tip-Top summer
and the butterfly anticipation
of what may eventuate
in the flimsy tent
lashed by wind and grit.
Macrocarpas and magpies
nod their disapproval
as cars wheel in the sand.
Poems