November in Maungawhau,
you should pull through the heat
and take the wild flowers
before they close for the season.

I know because I went up there
after a week of bad emails
that didn’t change my life
and took as many as I could.

Arms full, bright and dying.
That’s what they say –
Don’t make good ideas,
just steal them.

Cut their stems on a diagonal and
put them in a glass place
everyone can see - don’t think
about it further than that.

Up there, on the hill in the
blue light. The wind picked up
in the high grass so
hot and angry.

What is it that’s turning over in me?
I’m tired.
I’m wonderful.
None of this will matter.