Keith Nunes

bridging into the city

we pass under the sagging Rodney bridge
with its flamingo legs,
a morning quake
shakes rain from the clouds
as we storm toward the stiffened city

the baroque bendings
of our argument
push me to open the window and
breathe in what everyone else is breathing out

rising glibly over the Waitemata
and slap!
into ferocious humanity
rudderless and rude
and steering my wheel