Dough Buoys
Rise in silent kettles, soft & round. Whispering within wai, stirring steam underneath pōhutukawa sky, where the boil-up billowing the slow rhythms of watercresslaces stories of tūpuna. Now fractured bysmog and lights, urban-gentry marshmallowhands reach for sweetness—froth-churneddreams sold with roasted syrup topping coffeecup lids of ivory tower minds. Dough buoys likethem rose by…