by Maris O’Rourke

Uprooted, flung to the middle of the Kuataika track,
the dew-drenched foxglove quivers at our feet.
An intruder settled in Aotearoa by the home-sick as a
garden ornamental, along with broom and blackberry.
An exotic escapee that put down roots, flourished among
native vegetation. Like many. Like you. Like me.

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