an Aotearoa poetry journal | ISSN 2744-3248

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Soundings

She’s a student
Of the ticking watch that has lost all sense of time
The singular pulse that’s mass-produced
The kettle as a drum
The coupling click-clack of a train making connections

She hears shadows stretching through the day
The sun flaming, the dawn fanning out

She can hear you whisper to whispers
The creasing of a face
Stars roaring to a conclusion

She can hear a bird latch onto the wind
hears it land