Woman on a hill

Posted on Aug 9, 2017 | 0 comments

Woman on a hill

 

A road along  two blocks of kauri

pathway to somewhere I knew

night and the mountain are merging

black ice out there on the blue.

 

A track on the edge of the cliff top

like a wild cat leading me true

a rope on the gate of the old place

black ice out there on the blue.

 

no house with a bed, no sack in a shed

some fruit on a tree, a song going free.

 

A bar between river and ocean

a bridge of tears long overdue

soft sigh of shadows on water

black ice out there on the blue.

 

Renée

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