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Month: April 2020

KATE

This morning he walked along
the bush track to the top of the hill
and the earth was spread before him;
he heard her song echo across the valley
in a slow, sad sweep of his heart;
and he strummed the tune beside her,
and stayed a while there
in the waterfall of his tears.

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AT OPOUTERE

Sing for the heart cannot be silent
and neither guitar or mandolin
shall be still when dancing
is to be done beneath the light
of the half-moon at Opoutere.

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LONG DAYS

In these long moments of silence,
when the dream has fallen asleep,
I struggle to hear anything
but the whisper of an image
and the memory that I keep.

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