(February–March 2000)
crimson-honey sky
across the Hokianga
crimson-honey tide
but no waka to pierce
the bay’s narrow hips
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crimson-honey sand
across the Hokianga
crimson-honey sky
but only one cumulus
to lick the bay’s narrow tongue
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crimson-honey night
across the Hokianga
but no moon
to walk empty shores
sip crimson-honey tea
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*Non-contest submission*