This Plain

There is nothing on this plain:

But thought

A snide wind

A wide-eyed gecko

A hare’s dust

The shadow of a hawk

An escaping light

A crooked-arm hill

A lover’s swale

Now, too, tears

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2 thoughts on “This Plain”

  1. Fine piece, John, reminds me of Alistair Te Ariki Campbell’s ‘Elegy’, the same fine eye that loves the land it looks over. Like a piece of driftwood the sea has knocked smooth!

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