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Reading
morning in Tauranga
lunch off the Waikato
(before the Rua Kenana exhibition)
afternoon tea here at the place of no
names and as sea cajoles me over rocks
straight out of the mouth
sea sparkle below
Reeboks JAG MEN borrowed T-shirt togs and loaned
blues brother glasses I see
a grey moth
a white butterfly
and read the Stage I NZ Lit assignment
--Jenny's boyfriend
my last year
Fleur down south
sweet Mary's voice
Bob at another launch
Hone's elegy --
then sniff up the woodsmoke
look down this cliff and
consider
a massive sprawled weekend
been filled and fed and slept
walked through caves wreathed in spinnerets
listened to heaps
of Aretha from the '60s
'70s funky women Nina Simone
partied up large with strangers
yet locals
and that makes them familiar
they know who I'm with
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