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Dreamwork (for Karl) 


  You make yourself so-
        pohutukawa in cyclone season-
vulnerable.

You give yourself-
        oystercatcher windsurfing-
such a hard time.

You know as well as I do-
        massive landslide, Otira-
there's nothing stable.

You know as well as me-
        flash floods in the Gorge-
the end of it all.

But you stand up
to your full height
and walk tall, past moss

on the bricks, through a door
in the wall. The key
is a dream you wove last

night: that explains it all.
 

óJeffrey Paparoa Holman 
   © 1997
 


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