I was weeded, undesigned,
I caught nothing but garter snakes.
A wastrel, whale-headed, I was racy, roving.
I was lacy and needy, sober and serious.
Owl-like and shrew-like, I was waiting for news.
Anna Livesey is a quintessentially Wellington being – a poet and policy analyst.
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Paula Morris and Anna Livesey reading Live From Prairie Lights