Wednesday, 7 May 2014

Do you like this short New Zealand poem?



How to Talk
By Andrew Johnston

It was on the ferris wheel
I was introduced to 

the art of conversation.
She was thirteen, 

I was fourteen;
many times we passed the point where we'd climbed on. 

How high it is, up here, she said
when we were near the top. 

I could see my name
on the tip of her tongue




 

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