A new poem from Christchurch poet and environmental activist E Wen Wong.
passport to the seasons
like coconut husks, fraying
threads of winter’s snow.
the hairs of the pōhutukawa stand on their necks
doused in a chilli seeds
like red alfalfa sprouts
on an avocado candle
gazing into mirror
over your oak skin
you are a painter’s peccant palette
bitter on a walnut floor
like seasons, two fingerprints lost
in travel. in this city we are ruffled doormats
questions the mockery of unison accents just sitting
on the edge
of our teeth.
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