Wednesday is about books or writing. Today, a poem I wrote many years ago. Now I re-share it, since it was always in tribute to Mike The Juggler. R.I.P.
Holy frick ; Mike the juggler is a reminder of who I used to be - all of us, and this whole city in fact. 😭😭😭 I love this line “Sometimes that’s exactly what you need. Someone who is never really listening.” It’s so very true. I’m beyond gutted. This poem took me back to my years walking the beat, Mike’s presence as reliable as the southerly. Moe mai rā e te rangatira
Holy frick ; Mike the juggler is a reminder of who I used to be - all of us, and this whole city in fact. 😭😭😭 I love this line “Sometimes that’s exactly what you need. Someone who is never really listening.” It’s so very true. I’m beyond gutted. This poem took me back to my years walking the beat, Mike’s presence as reliable as the southerly. Moe mai rā e te rangatira
Thanks Nadine. Yeah - he was such a character. And such a symbol of the Wellington I first knew and fell in love with.