Five Poems

Remembering Anactoria

The Return

Already the second month and
still I'm surprised
by colour
lushness.

When they sent me away
what I remembered most
was tamarisk
beside the little gate,
the three steps down to the sand,
and the sound of waves lapping
when the moon rode them
so lightly
between the white weatherboard house
and the dark hulk
of Rangitoto.



Memory
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