She brought me Manuka
from her travels
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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