This poem was published in The Press, Christchurch, 24 December 2010
love knuckles up
in knots of bulbing young cones
on pine branches beyond
yearn and reach
the sea hurls shells
at the roots I collect
them my flaw is patience
I bury and wait
my flaw is dauntless and
alone in the thick scented
pine forest perfectly
still salt water covers my
feet shells bob nudge
and whimper for embrace
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