Poem: Girls And Boys At The Havelock North Public Swimming Pools

We were 16 and the girls were 14 and they hung around us for a summer and we liked to think that we were obviously cool, and the girls were part of our gang – which proved it.

But when they moved on, and we didn’t, the realisation was we’d been used like a set of training wheels. And fair enough. This is not a late in life realisation.

I remember thinking…