Boys hurtle down
the dunes.
There’s lemon cake
and a recipe for
pineapple.
*
Night-long
nor-wester.
The lighthouse watches
with its great glass eye.
Sand fills the roof.
Wind, the ear.
From The Hill of Wool (page 12) by Jenny Bornholdt
Published by Victoria University Press
Used with the permission of Victoria University Press
This poem has been posted as part of the Tuesday Poem scheme
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