Monday's poem

Houses on Hills
- Kay McKenzie Cooke

On suburban hills
under Dunedin's fickle skies
the houses take whatever is dished out
sitting there like bonnets,

kettles, frogs, shoes. Lost or flung
pieces from Monopoly,
such little eaved things,
easy pickings, like apples or eggs

able to be plucked, still warm
from sun or feathers.
What wild joy keeps them.
What kind, engineered worlds.

Kay McKenzie Cooke is a Dunedin writer.



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