Auckland Poetry

for a mind-wind that blasts

and blows so intense that  

it drains colour from the

blue sky and gnaws roots

of roses scattering comfortable earth

earthshaking the giant chimneys of

fossil factories mere words that

can cartwheel this fragile gravity

throwing paper and debris and

scattering fetid, letter’d music in

a contagion of new life

Chris Parsons

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