Ode to Dunedin

I sit and sit
and live the slow footsteps
thin-soled shoes
plop plop
new tramping boots
crunch crunch
to the right of me --
ingrained splatter and soft green fuzz
to the left --
broken bottle brushed into the side of an old building
the quiet dampness of last night's sprinkle
the sun will come and warm me up
I wish it wouldn't be so shy!