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After Hone Tuwhare’s Rain
Waiheke, 30 September 2006
I can reach the holes in air you silence makes and brush them with unsettled realms of skin
This cool opening that calms the sea
that calms even the quiet thoughts round here
Round here, where we are so aware of isolation and the earth, and
Breathe in everything it is possible to know without knowing it, just know the cool air
Upon the throat will recognise information particular to this day. How often could we ever know
the implications of what we are about to say or write or do? I can reach the holes
in the room your quiet leaves my ears quite ready for a shift in shifting tone
I meet you when my eyes are closed in tiny suspended moments you make home
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