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as if asleep

as if asleep

she lay

on the traffic island

stretched out

her long dark hair

a trail in the gutter

her young daughter behind her
gazing down with a gentle look

rocking the pram

looking at her mum

to whom Hine-nui-te-pō had just come and called

‘Haere mai rā sister,’

there she lay
as if in a sleep

before the mall in Whangarei

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