not so sure

not so sure

Acknowledgements to National Geographic

was down your way,
what was your way?
where did you go?
once
a friend and i
of bookish and
arty idea
stood
each side of you
seated
at the long table
in the library
looking down at
you and squirming
in delight in seeing
you,
your hair
shone through like
a red maple leaf in a

rowboat

rowboat

I.
a day found whole
in the broken time
hours    windows    the stalled
rush of evening

a day out of reach
joining the willows to
the lake  the splayed silver buckle

a day we sang
on the idling wind
holding in the cool of the
branches keeping clear

riding

riding

at
cliff
edge
on
the
setting light,
sun already
sunk below
cloud
west,
the gulls
the swallows
ride the glow,
lifted higher
upon it,
the sea
creased,
darkling
in eye,
loudening
in hearing

te naupata, dusk
4 august 2018

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