Tourists converge on Nelson from December 26th and Tahunanui (Tahuna) Beach is overrun with those wanting (rightly) to take advantage of the good weather. It goes against my need for solitude when I go to the beach. However, I just have to go a little further and, suddenly, you are no longer in Nelson, but in a wild place, full of native bush. By the time I have crossed this little path I am in another world and I can watch the crowds on the beach from afar, enjoying the good weather.
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you thought it was beautiful*
we were humming together
and you thought it beautiful
and the letters of the words
they brushed against the skin
but the strange feelings
that make the heart heavy drawn in
broad lines in the sand
would disappear with the evening tide
then holding hands
we walked back slowly
there was only the truth
at the end of the path
*first published in December 2021, edited in December 2022
you thought it was beautiful
we were humming together
and you thought it beautiful
and the letters of the words
they brushed against the skin
but the strange feelings
that make the heart heavy drawn in
broad lines in the sand
would disappear with the evening tide
then holding hands
we walked slowly
there was only the truth
at the end of the path.
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