Island Home
I stray like a willful egg
the new zealand bird nudges
me back into the nest
I arrive like a spinning top
braids of water tangle
in my legs birch trees lean in
kiss me tip me blanket me
with upside down mountain clouds
I colour right up to the crinkly edges
a cuckoo afloat in a floating home
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