Our Summer

This poem is about our summer that has been eluding us on the Kapiti Coast, Wellington.

We had our summer
on a Sunday
in late January.

Served in waffle cones,
the salty caramel
readily blended
with the briny breeze.

On a Sunday
in late January
we sampled
a taste of summer.

Seagulls swirled and stole
the discarded dream
laughing, languishing
as if they knew
our summer on a Sunday
in late January
had melted away.