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My Tuesday Poem for this week.

In Paekakariki

The way the trees look
along the hills:
twisted trunks elegant
and bare, strange angles
or hunched low to the ground,
smothered in vines

The way the man stands
hunched and puffing
and calm,
like a train

The white ducks paddling
through sludge, and the black lamb
getting a head start
on the muddy morning brownness.



Obviously, that was on the train on the way up.

also guys, I don't have internet where I'm staying (I didn't realise that before I got here!) so... I am not around at all, b/c I feel like LJ and DW are not Great Looks for the modern publishing student. I am tweeting (same username!) and I have email access (that's professional, right?) so if you need me get me there. I miss you! <3 See you in one and a half weeks.