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John Puhiatau Pule


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Mo e


in this heart
a swollen head
to sanction all your touches
 
faraway so faraway it does not
seem right for you to be so far away
full of trees, your mouth full of trees
 
slipping and sliding
sliding & slipping
 
time
 
time
 
to know you
 
wanting to wake up
but a bird fell
 
out of my head
to
please you
 
I must keep going.
Look for a festival.
This world is getting sadder.
No matter how much I wanted to stay.
 
Goodbye.


 

 


 


From Tagata Kapakiloi / Restless People
Pohutukawa Press, 2004
   


John Pule
 


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Last updated 25 September, 2005