in search of maori poems.
today was a very slow & drizzly day.
we missed the boat and a storm's a comin'.

nick and i escaped from a creepy drunkard
who was heading to a hookah bar.
we sought refuge at the local library.
afterwards, we noticed that we both walk rather fast
all the time, for no apparent reason other than habit.
we weren't in a rush so we slowed down our pace &
took relaxed footsteps in the pitter patter of raindrops.
then we picked nasturtiums in the pop-up gardens
and popped them into our mouths. spicy.