Kyla-Jayne Rajah
Petone Street Carnival
Take me to the Petone Street Carnival
where the jive is alive and
children emerge from
the brickwork, where the
summer breeze sways
echoes illumine from a didgeridoo
where stalls sell hickory bargains
never stop where samosas are
delicious, the souls hit the spot,
I want to go: the Carnival’s
where it’s at there jugglers
swallow fire, the road
talks, energy transforms
and love spreads harmony,
mirrors paint faces, poets
record sneezes musicians
blow ballads and we dance
in animation,
I’m going to Petone Street Carnival
You coming, or not?
