Ode to Cuba Street

Te Whanganui ā Tara, ‘scuse me.

Attend, gods and spirits of Cuba Street,

Nymphs, kēhua, urban tūrehu – see

Denizens of Wellington as they meet.

Some with bright, beautiful eyes. Some with sad,

Defeated stance. Some with shiny lip-gloss

Pouts. This street welcomes all, hears the talking

Chattering masses. Loves all – mad or bad.

It’s down to the water, up to the Cross,

and we’re walking, we’re walking, we’re walking.

On National Poetry day 2014 I thought I’d write some poems based on prompts from tweeps. This prompt “we’d love an ode to Cuba Street”

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