| too dark only sound my shoe scuff and breath birds like bells in an empty temple eye widens on its own accord | not one green dark but many layers your blackgreen emblem turns to sky your silver belly faces down deep like carp trembles under surface | everywhere water drips like bluegreen eyes of foreign ghosts see right through you clean cold stings the nose drop to one knee | he weeps she weeps we weep they weep you little spiral child in hairy heart of feather fronds I find you in strange land wake |
an Aotearoa poetry journal | ISSN 2744-3248
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