The Wind tried to console Dune.

She had sand in her shoes and  that was uncomfortable, in the long run.

He patted her back and stroked her hair.

Blew kisses in the air.

She started to cry.

‘You idiot! Blisters is one thing but now I have grains of sand in my eye!’





‘Kiwill do.’



‘You f-‘ng grammar-kiwi.’

It is not o.K,

If I,

Am left out of WE

Sweet tears of sugar,

Fermented fructose fun,

Overripe and great skin?

Kiwis staring at the sun.