Silence between tides

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night folds
into the curve of the bay
no one asked
for a soft-spoken sunset

thin Pōhutukawa shadows
red stamens long
remembering wind
outreaching tipuna tenderly

I collect small truths
like broken shells
feather weight echoes
of the shoreline i walk

somewhere in the sigh
of the starlight tide
a strong whisper
of a world waiting

sharpen my sentences
stand still
long enough
to hear it
ebb

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