Aro at Night
The buildings are quite in Aro Valley this Monday.
Of course, what man has made is cold!
Sweet little Moreporks bring warmth to the dark,
it is their composition that remind us
of life in the night, calls to each-other,
calls that we claim just say their name.
The bush is Wellington, the hills, the sea,
what is alive is beyond the time of buildings.
We are merely creating spaces for things to die comfortably,
we should be taking notes from the life in darkness.
We should be in awe.
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