She brought me Manuka
from her travels
delicious
to eat
with my fingers

Now she sits
by the open window
gentle wind in her hair



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Things That Could Have Gone Wrong

Out of all the things
that could've gone wrong
none of them happened

I came prepared –
tea light and a plastic saucer
at dusk

Just to watch the candle float
gentle, almost still, currents
its little flame so easy
Day closed
into darkness


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Language trap, for two

I've seen our book
The cover is rubbish
The paper hurts your fingers
The font hurts your eyes
No need to describe the content
– it'll never be written


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