The Brass Monkey

We live on in
separate salient
parallel lives.
After forced final
silent thundering
non-communicative
goodbyes.

Andrea’s so extreme
weekend winter
tenting biking.
At annual winter
Brass Monkey
rally biker met.

Engines roar
friends ride
roaring off together.
Road embracing
to rally partaking
to Brass Monkey.

Coldest below zero
southern hemisphere
rally. In Dunedin region,
in New Zealand’s most,
southern scenic region.
Legendary biker rally
now hotly ironically threatened
by expanding global warming.

Was no room for me
kiwi prison warden
could not sentenced be.
Andrea choose a meat
processing worker.
He had two houses
I had zero options
I had no work.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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