Sugarloaf hill by Bill Sutton

I like to start my morning walks

earlier in late summer

before the Hawke’s Bay heat engine

gets going
and the flies start up.



There are people already

some with dogs...

we smile and exchange

handfuls of words.



Scratches in the dirt

like some post-modernist

literary text

signify a rabbit



and I see the ragwort

is making a comeback

from spraying and