Putting up fences

///Putting up fences

Putting up fences

It is no longer the Indian summer it used to be.
The Indian neighbour that owns the stationery store
Has cut down his cherry tree
Whose flowers would hang like sheets in 120 kilometre winds.
And the pohutukawa that sprayed red everywhere.
Was chopped down by the ambulance men.
I don’t know why.
They also chopped down our wall because of
The 7.8 earthquake that broke our furniture and our faith
That things would always be the same.

By | 2018-04-16T08:26:10+00:00 April 15th, 2018|NaPoWriMo, Poetry|0 Comments

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