Morning, Maori Rd by Mike Crowl

My toe-in-the-hole shoes high-five with the path; pass a fierce foreign jogger. Shivering leaves - sequestered birds snatch-clutch branches. Tone-deaf, one makes slate scratches, an ill-hinged door touched by a gasp at midnight. One pitches his song perfect on the smooth blue sky puddle - with no visible ripples. Water winks at me once only and in fresh-found self-esteem from recent rain proclaims itself a stream.

© Mike Crowl 2000

Maori Rd is a short drive through part of Dunedin's Town Belt, an area reserved for native and imported bush and trees. It's full of walks and unexpected open spaces.

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