Many Paths… Many Voices
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Have you noticedThe humans have slowed down?They’ve stopped haring around in those monstrous machinesAnd their factories aren’t pouring out that ob-noxious smokeSullying our air Have you noticedThat we can hear ourselves sing again?That it’s easier to breatheAnd the water in our water dish is always full and clearIt’s like they…
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Seven tui at the water dish yesterdaySeven! All at once!Not one or two but a whole whanauAn entire community of tuiResplendent in their iridescent coats and white neck ties What should that be called?They deserve a special titleAn assembly of tui?A temptation of tui?A treaty? A troop? A tribe? They…
SometimesWhen I’m relaxedThe words flowMellifluous and bubblingTo meander happilyOut into the world Other timesThey hideAnd have to be wrenched outOf dark cornersStiff and awkward, stuck togetherOn a harsh page, not wanting to be there at all In betweenThere are the bland momentsThey can flow – or notBut dullOnly hanging around…
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I lie with you beneath this willow tree;
Whose iridescent branches hide us here,
And listen to the shrieks of surfers, free,
Unfettered by the burdens that we bear.
This gift of time allows my thoughts to ease.