I
sunlight
grated onto the grass
by pohutakawa. The scented
air shivers
with the sound of bees.
II
stone chiselled
volcanic foam
laid cheek
by jowl into the shivered
air, an archway,
an opening out.
III
hats open out
an avenue. two icecreams
stroll hand in hand.
people watch themselves
watching the people
that watch the flowers.
IV
they are so perfect,
so primped and posed.
where are the gardens
of the ordinary blooms?
V
cameras whirr
among the blooms
like butterflies.
small hands
bounce in delight.
VI
hands follow
ribbons follow
words across a tree trunk.
the joy
is in the ordinary
miracles.
VII
A ballerina
and fairy dance
together in the grass.
the miracle
is in the ordinary
joys.
VIII
on days like this
I lie on the grass
just so I can slide
my finger slowly
across
a cheek of sky.
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