Writing in Whangarei

I saw rhombuses that looked like diamonds

by Vaughan Gunson

I saw a lady with a blue rinse
the same as her car

I saw a dead moth floating
on a pyre of plastic

I saw weary flowers
wrapped in paper packets

I saw sunlight hitting
like a shower of ice

I saw a thin man dancing
on stage
above a metal furnace

I saw the breeze
brush the blossoms
of cherry trees

I saw soft leaves of grass
to step on

I saw rhombuses
that looked like diamonds

& I know
that no matter how hard you throw a marshmallow
it’s never going to hurt.

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