A new poem by Auckland poet Hayden Hyams.
As high as standing allows,
where fence posts hang
and maps fly
where trig towers scratch the lazy back,
roots hold up footpaths
and footpaths excavate roots
I receive this message:
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Kindly collect your passport from Suite 805 87-89 Albert St
during business working days from 9am to 3pm.
Trailer tracks in the estuary.
Patches of green above septic tanks,
waves releasing the meniscus.
Blistering roofs in the valley,
I swim into the white painting.
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