At Pukerua by Peter Bland

By Peter Bland In Poetry

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4th February, 2012
Visitors are being dragged out to sea. All week there’s been a tidal rip, so I’ve made a fort from sticks and stones to keep the kids happy when they’re not being drowned. Best not swim out too far today when diving for paua beyond my reach. It’s hardly a brochure for sun and sea when you’re fighting for breath in these cold waves. Now someone’s harpooned the sun over Kapiti. The kids howl for blood as it spills at their feet. It’s time to make a driftwood spear and mime the lone survivor in my soul. ...

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