love paradise
for Keikei

on
the
plainest
of shores
a night beach
in a half-moon
light under
a cliff of
pohutukawa
root and fallen
sandstone
to rub away
in wave
really
nothing plain
in such light
we trod on
over shell and
shallow pool
stopped to hold
each other through
the wall of skin and rib
heard the cry sharp
as longing of an
oyster catcher out
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