
on routeburn
we meet two nice guys
one before one after
bridal veil falls
brian's been bonding with the universe
telling him to ditch construction
pick up a different brush
represent mount hikurangi
in water and acryllic
he heeds what quiet birds tell
don't ford the river
rain can build
to a point of no return
south island robin puffs up his breast of beige
hopping to greet us as the skies clear
like all his breed
a curious and friendly tom
putting no distance
between us and song
we heed what his lyric signs
while rain lets
retrace our way in double time
imagine the disquiet
when this peace is rent
by guttural shouts
urgent like death rattles
rushing to help
only to find
they were made by
three giggling louts










