Guanting Liu (St Cuthbert’s College, Auckland)
Under the trees
As we waited for a ride
in our awkward school uniforms,
we shuffled light conversation back and forth.
A lorry drove past and I commented on how trucks
are a symbol of male dominance in society.
And you laughed
so I decided to shut up about Thelma and Louise.
And the night sky was like a silk tapestry,
the first stars emerging shyly, discreetly, like a first crush.
The decaying leaves squished under our leather stiff soled shoes as we
laughed over trivial matters
like the American presidential election.
And time passes.
