as we touched down in Queenstown
island vegetation and mini eco-system formations
welcomed us to a land down under
avo toasted plates and brekkie bowls
dark fruit breads and savory scones
skyline hikes to starfish dives
winding drives past brown beehives
by rocky vineyards and cold Sound rocks
then cute salads and long bird walks
sweet TimTams and fijoa fruits
just Keds and my trusty boots
exploring a world upside in and downside out
leaning left in round abouts
now a fat stack of boarding passes
sits in my home like wasted ashes
artifacts of our 40-hour days
and proof of passports so well played.
BOS-SFO-SYD-ZQN-AUK-HOU-IUD-PVD
-from the weary mind of a NZ traveler
So. So. So. lovely. Welcome home darling.
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