the streets of Auckland-
With one whom I called my love.
I once roamed
Its hills and mountaintops,
Scanning all the butterflies and doves.
We roamed and we talked,
In such a way as I have never seen-
No, not even on the filthy, silver, screen.
It was not
Anything less than serene.
And because of that-
Still,
I cannot,
Remember it,
As anything
But a dream.
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