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Patricia
Prime:
Tanka
the
hawk
hanging in air
swoops
over the broken ground
of summer's brown tracts
the
light plane
looping-the-loop
over sallow hills
the breathtaking view
as we return to earth
in
her first paintbox
colours in graduated rows
form a rainbow
with a licked finger
she paints her lips red
down
the footpath
to the crumbling jetty
the same water
remember, we say, the first time
our eyes locked into permission
poetry
reading
with plates of sandwiches
and fancy cakes
we use our wits to string along
the empty audience
Patricia Prime resides in New Zealand, where she co-edits the journal
Kokako. She is a frequent contributor of poetry, reviews, articles and
essays to magazines devoted to tanka, haiku, and related literature, in
the USA, Australia, and New Zealand.
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