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Once I Felt the Summer Breeze
Once I felt
the summer breeze –
it was the backdraught
of a diesel truck
at the traffic lights
in Fanshawe St.
Air brakes released
it moved away from me –
its tray a high green load
of cool and lovely watermelons
from a Pukekohe
market garden.
Those heavy oceans
dreaming ovals
mazy with their own gulf streams
cut in half
would reveal
the cool pink of dawn
and small dark
boats
a long way
out
to sea.
© Bob Orr
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