Running through trees
from light to light
not famous, no status
Boom! With my next book of poems, How To Be Old, almost ready for the printers, I’m ready to wash them out of my mind and make room for more.
I think they will mostly be tiny poems. I think they will all change later on as I review them and edit them.
I hope they will cheer you and give you something different to think about. Every day, pretty much, I walk through trees on Mt Victoria, Wellington. (Occasionally I half-jog just a tiny bit.) Mt Victoria is almost at my back door — hey, let me show you the view from my desk this very minute. Does that cheer you?