Clouds on the coast

Monday: Paekakariki hills 

The leftover candyfloss wisps hang stickily across the foothills

We didn’t add any colouring because that always clogs up the spinner

so they’re white, brilliant white

against the dark green backdrop of pine

Tuesday: Paekakariki beach

The smoke around the bar hangs low and heavy

Clearly anti-smoking laws don’t apply here.

The bell rings over the door, except it sounds less like a tinkle

and more like the crash

of waves upon the sand.

Wednesday: Otaki

A wet white jersey with droplets glistening
on fibres when it warms it steams
and smells like a dog
feels like a dog, shaking it's fur on the
beach