Instead of coming up with something new, I'm gonna put in something I wrote a while back. Not sure how good it is now, but there you go...
Number 14 via Roseneath
Always knew that Wellington
was Port Nicholson at the back of my head
but didn't understand until
bus four days a week, twice
a day wound around the hills
above the sea, blue and green
still and grey
Saw that the sea can be choppy
saw the little white v shapes
that seemed so improbable when
Botticelli used them.
Understood that ships visit
with French or Japanese sailors
or regiments of fat Americans
who buy up kiwifruit chocolate
stripping Deka's shelves
then sail away in their bloated
cruise whale ships.
Saw the ships docked for a day or three
up against our railroads.
Finally figured out the noise
of seagulls in the city
the glow of sunlight on the shore
and the sudden smell of fish
while you're shopping.