elephants

purplish dark lavender clouds chase three elephants, under relatively clear skies
it's not the thunder of Bison that sam and I missed in thekkady after
the 20 rupees meal
this is a thousand rupees feast and a hundred rupees tea
made by a man from jammu with a taste of pakistan and kashmir
it is not the beef kofta in andheri's lion of punjab colony
made by afghan youth on idd
Reshma was a huge infatuation and the terraces had sunsets that awaited her
Gretchan thought I had no hope in hell in that little green church on
a sunday arvo
no
this is none of the above
just a little orange lap of luxury
a bulb nap of funny little words from a blue book
this is a cream wall flavoured by spices and false humility
and a huge lotus from a girl in christchurch
oh! these girls in christ's churches
newtown is quiet, awaiting a storm
wellington opens its secret places
that miss you in the first year
wellington's underground words that locals publish