THE KANIWHANIWHA AT PIRONGIA
Look up through the dark river silt.
Look up through the duckweed.
Look up through the bubbles of light,
that flash, flare against you.
Look up, past all the gleaming fish,
muscular bodies, swift.
Shining creatures pay you no mind.
Look up, from where you lie.
Can you see me? Can you see me?
I’ve been here a long time.
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