what belongs
what moves like the Arahura in port this morning
for repairs at the navy dockyard
well hello Wellington
and Mansfield permeating repatriate hearts up and down the country
atmospherics spoon-curls
scooped from the incomparable
she will begin something called After Lunch
it will stop comparisons hearts at nothing when you do
lost for words
skindeep in chaos and laughter crossing the harbour
on the last of the picturesque ferries.