Rob Hack

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Three old women raking leaves

Their dresses are bright.
They rake leaves from graves in a front yard
talking of friends buried, here and in New Zealand.
Their eyes shine like a church roof
like the gold earrings from a daughter in Gisborne.


One gives me her Watchtower here
waves the heat from her face with a fan
used to her many years in New Zealand
but, here now for good, for ever.
The others smile.


I lift my camera, they shuffle together
then laugh, doan forget to send one to here!


Lots of my Niue photos lie in boxes under the bed.
Not this one.
Three old women in bright dresses, raking leaves, laughing.

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