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he does
clinker boat
kauri
chink
night presses on the estuary
fumble the rowlocks
the river
emptying over the bar
no life jacket no
tie no entry
serious chill
with the ice-cream container
bucketing a slow leak
past a particular tree
where someone placed a stone axe
through swarms of leaves
to the rocks where they said a skull was smashed
a good fishing spot that
the tide’s worn out
about to swing the boat
through thick dark two mile out
the fish run
in enchanted rock shelters
as far as Slipper island
underwater apartment blocks the reef
horizon bright
light line
tight
yank up
hot syrup kisses
two slim fish
caught in the river mouth
breakfast dish
© Janet Charman
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