by Harvey Aughton

Water a blanket

Over horizons that wait for pine

To fall towering reflections

Onto to our solitary black swan

Single slender signet in tow

Long neck imperious

They are judge without the gavel

Wild winged mirrors to domestic

Inlet houses, paws, footprints.

Dust from lights steal the evening

From the edge, illuminations

A galaxy of swallows

An aside of LEDs boggling invisible minds

pepeketua, pekapeka, ruru – rare finds

Sand maps itself around

Pīngao mounds buttress dunes from the sea

Turning the end of the spit we enter

Another planet of salt spray

Sweeps out to the edge

Below cloud islands crossing

Te Moana-nui-a-Kiwa