Thirteen waves: viii.



A rock kneels up in the ocean;
an ocean climbs over the rock;
a fringed eye is blinking.

Poem and reading by Rachel McAlpine CC BY 2.0, photo of rock pools by Chris Gin CC NC-ND 2.0.

On the hill

with a smile she slices
a path in the grass for the wind —
a machete of ice
pic & poem rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0

A NOTE: Yesterday I strode up to the Mt Victoria lookout to prepare for a whole day at the New Zealand International Festival, four consecutive films. It was bracing! and at the top, a City Council worker was cutting the grass, and clearly enjoying herself.