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John Puhiatau Puleonline works |
3 when your father chased me from your window he also threw stones and the bruises are here, on my back and neck so now you must meet me on the road halfway to the waterhole, where the sound of forest animals hides our meeting I am waiting and the moon has come and gone the birds are falling out of the trees as their dreams are oceanic and festive so I lay down and slept to trick time but I lose as my arms are hollow as the night so I make my way like a worm to your window and work my way through the shadows to look into your room and there you are your face buried in harmony I throw a leaf that hits your mouth I flick a pebble but it sings on the floor I try a song to move your eyes to open my heart is loud and forgets silence I call out, reach in and take off the tapa I look at the church and the night I climb in and then you awake when my hands are silent like ants our movements occupy the heat and the walls are restless ears bless the earth earth is hard soft shiny like the moon
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