New Zealand Poetry - Publishing Poetry From Aotearoa

And the white lines shining in the wet night-varnish now setting at dawn. I"d slept good, for where it was, the Karori Sports Club porch light on all night, and the beautiful restraint of the Alsatian police dog and his fit pacific handler waking me, bristled snout right up at my covered head, silent, sniffing, disinterested even, leaving me to it, and it rained on all night, and now the sky is bluing, and I"m walking to an indoor pool where I"ll swim an empty lane for 40 minutes, perform crisp flip-turns each lap, the water parting un-parted at the spring off the wall, the light of the rising sun I hope will find some water near me so that I"ll swim through the different brightnesses. http://bit.ly/2DempBs