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my mouth
"full of fingers
the dentist" | asks about holidays |
sunny day
butter melting
on sweet corn cobs | sballas |
bringing
this sky inside
breath | sballas |
heat of the night
the folded stillness
of a rescued moth | sballas |
pear blossom
where the old white horse
used to stand | sballas |
approaching summer
the paths of the cattle
through the dew | sballas |
new moon and star
just the slightest curve
of her belly | sballas |
surf mist
the salt of a grief
without tears | sballas |
frolicking
in the disused cow pond
two dragonflies | sballas |
end of summer term
students' duties removed
from the whiteboard | sballas |
on the battlefield
i find half a button
slimed with moss | sballas |
gathering storm
the scent of lavender
across the fence | sballas |
chinese busker -
the notes of his bone flute
carried on the wind | sballas |
ghost town
the empty highway
into the hills | sballas |
under my hand
slow sweep
of a horse's mane | sballas |
first frost
the camper van
on blocks | sballas |
gloomy day
the farmer's motorbike light
on the flooded field | sballas |
summer dawn
the runners' footsteps
past the window | sballas |
above ancient
fortifications
transmitting antenna | sballas |
after your
telephone call
the rain | sballas |
just the retriever's
nose above the stick -
flight of wading birds | sballas |
wrecked ship
beside the memorial
a starfish | sballas |
midnight thirst
drinking from cupped hands
- a moth's closed wings | sballas |
in her bedroom
all her lovers
only photographs | sballas |
on the front lawn
trying to fly his kite -
the wind won't | sballas |
tartan umbrella
my own bright roof
in the alleyway | sballas |
hurting me more
the departure
of my son's lover | sballas |
sheltering also
this sandfly
on my hand | sballas |
southerly storm
we give the old ewe a hand
with her last triplet | sballas |
shy girl in the doorway
impaled on ranks
of friendly eyes | sballas |
strewn on the road
a six-pack of beer
and a teddy bear | sballas |
adventure playground
grandma is stuck
in the fort's entrance | sballas |
wedding photo -
towering over the groom
the bride's son | sballas |
floating
round the jetty's end -
marigolds and a condom | sballas |
harvesting pears
all the street's children
arrive to help | sballas |
tngrs
bhnd th bk shds -
txtg | sballas |
moon eclipse
meeting our shy neighbour
for the first time | sballas |
tea with mother-in-law? -
condescension
clouding the view | sballas |
washing
my mother's breasts
we both giggle | sballas |
climbing motuara -
a saddleback darts
under my breath | sballas |
after the storm
the garden flooded
with light | sballas |
family christmas -
sharpening
all the knives | sballas |
the fields of flanders?-
the rich red
of the cemetery gates | sballas |
waiting at the airport
the beaming smile
someone else's husband | sballas |
melting snow
from the cowshed
the tang of silage | sballas |
christmas eve? -
the merry flashing
of brake-lights | sballas |
lawyer's office -
she adds three kisses
to the divorce settlement | sballas |
mountain-side -
the train climbs its own
sound | sballas |
circus dwarf -
so high above his hand
the red balloon | sballas |
wedding ring worn thin
she kneads dough
in autumn sunlight | sballas |
attic dust
finding my mother's
footsteps | sballas |
in
the empty billboard frame
the whole mountain | sballas |
past the manikin
the girl with the same
pout | sballas |
dusk -
up to my ears
in birdsong | sballas |
boarding house porch -
a lone male
lights up | sballas |
lost tour bus
between fences
in landscape road | sballas |
hissing line to china ...
your reply's
delay | sballas |
amish joke
old-style string-base bed
only for unwanted guests | sballas |
carter polishing hooves
crouches out
of camera shot | sballas |
admires the new handbag
on the window sill
then rangitoto's fuji | sballas |
new moon
more brilliant than the colour
of my lamp lit hair | sballas |
again imagining drifts
on a stream through
bridge shadow | sballas |
silver paper glints ...
her death's anniversary
origami cranes | sballas |
muddy circle
measured in the snow
by a dog's chain | sballas |
shifting house
hokusai's
rolled up on the floor | sballas |
friend's dog
shakes the avon river
all over our lunch | sballas |
a little frown
on my wife's face
unpeeled chestnuts | sballas |
bright winter day
tattoo'd man takes a child's hand
across the street | sballas |
the little girl
lifts her eyebrows
orchid scent | sballas |
the wind dies
wet paint
smudged on glass | sballas |
xmas lilies
on the white tablecloth
child licks the bowl | sballas |
mountain track
the marks of it
on his wedding ring | sballas |
wind over water
so easily the cormorant
one to the other | sballas |
better than ever
in my neighbour's garden
my old roses | sballas |
backyard cricket
dad and i pick up
the kitchen window | sballas |
midday shimmer
the elderly umpire
closes one eye | sballas |
tea break
a sparrow at point fossicks
among the seed-heads | sballas |
bouncing ball
beating the giggling boy
down the zig-zag | sballas |
winter morning
the lame goose lagging a little
behind its gaggle | sballas |
for tonight enough
the stars ...
the black sky | sballas |
catching the rainbow
on a floating thread ...
a new-born spider | sballas |
gentle touch -
a grasshopper's feet
crossing my own | sballas |
distant fog-horns
long cries
of the sea-birds | sballas |
the cat's fur
bringing in
the smell of the hayfield | sballas |
old man's stick on the path
chip ... chip...
chip-p...chip-p...chip-p... | sballas |
"lilac flowers
so fleeting
" | "yet so loved |
prize chrysanthemum
you have written your own haiku;
you don't need mine | sballas |
macrocarpa shade
lengthens over the hill-slope:
autumn afternoon | sballas |
stacking firewood
scent
of the old forest | sballas |
watch out for stings
when eating wild honey
or reading haiku | sballas |
between breaths
following the white
of this butterfly | sballas |
drifting evensong
pine needles cloistered
in fresh snow | sballas |
heartsick . . .
the floxgloves of my childhood
out of reach | sballas |
first winter's day
i slip into
his gumboots | sballas |
coming home
to an empty house
so many stars | sballas |
winter afternoon
one empty space
in the library carpark | sballas |
navigating
these country roads
the curl of her hair | sballas |
day moon
hoof prints litter
the beach track | sballas |
heat shimmer
a heron drinks
from the horse trough | sballas |
sun-soaked sky . . .
seeking out the wisdom
of beach glass | sballas |
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