weathered and worn
an attempt to keep nature at bay
shredded
whispering in the rooftop breeze
and yet
still so blue
and I ask myself
who decided that it would be blue?
and 'that' blue
I remember a trip to samoa
or was it fiji
blue tarps over homes
cars, shelters and decks
weather
whipping
frustratingly, unruly and ugly
olive green maybe
even a steel blue if you must
but no
a shonky cheap and cheerful blue
and it now flaps
skinny, shitty
frayed and fearless upon the roof of ruin
one of Christchurch's many old
now utterly hopeless memories
a memory flagged
by a sickly insufficient
and artlessly cheap rendition
of blue.
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