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For James K Baxter
/
/ last day of summer
/ so they said on shore,
/ waves pounding gravel
/ gather dry drift
/ kauri Caledonian
/ washed up pine
/ to beach fire…
For James K Baxter
/
/ last day of summer
/ so they said on shore,
/ waves pounding gravel
/ gather dry drift
/ kauri Caledonian
/ washed up pine
/ to beach fire…
Sunday, for fear of the elders,
I sit on my bum.
What’s heaven? A sea chest with a thousand gold coins.
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