Te Tatahi (The Beach)
I lounge in the crook of the wall.
Feel the beams of encompassing warmth
they swallow me up,
into oblivion.
The wall compassionately shelters me
from the biting breeze,
almost nurturing.
Seagulls swoop and dive on updrafts,
calling to the wind.
Gravel crunches under feet.
Waves wash old memories away.
The Harbor sparkles,
a beautiful foreground to the majestic city,
wellington the heart of the long white cloud.
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