a sparrow alights  
on the wind blown wire  
natural harmonics  

another day teased out  
to a single note  

beluga clouds  
the icy moon sets  
into the sea   

a hermit crab scuttles  
its crumbling shell   

discarded plastic  
in the postmortem   
of a forgotten evening  

an old salt  
spins a yarn or two  
into open wounds  

and what of the plowshares?  
we'll learn to love 'the bomb'   

sickle moon  
a spy dome deflates  
at Waihopai  

a thousand times reflected 
in the eyes of a fly  

in alpine snow  
only the radar ping  
of a blackbird  


Clayton Beach / Hansha Teki

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