Auckland Revisited
i
Britomart, steel and glass
Huge flow of water above
Nestled in the ceiling
And a feeling that
its not just me that has arrived
The city is also now focused
Large nikau palms
Offer internal calm
I feel like singing
. . . a psalm
In this new transport cathedral
ii
Outside the station
The buses wait
The heavy stone of the once CPO
Now seems light
almost ethereal
And across the way
The ferries bob and rhyme
To the Poet of the Harbour’s time
Who dreams of Jeanie: Rising Sun
. . . and shine
Or in lite-brown ale and air
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