Reflective glass invites my glance
into a writer’s window,
where a sunken seat houses the modern typewriter.
Book-lined walls,
Heavy with knowledge.
Climbing ivy,
Reaching the height of Jack’s beanstalk.
Red flowering Pohutakawas
lead me down the path.
Bark swathed
in green moss.
Seaward-reaching branches
Strain to hear
whispering waves
of Takapuna Beach.
© 2006-2013 B.G. Bowers
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