pacific wave
I make a skirt
from a Pacific wave and name her Moana-nui-a-Kiwa I gather her waist at the muliwai in prevailing winds I fill her pockets with sound drowned valleys I sew her buttons parallel to the coast and wash them free of sediment when the ocean rises I use herring bone stitch to release every fish when the ocean is turbulent her fabric is distorted this is when her parchment hem becomes the hull of a waka and she carries us to Cape Reinga the place of leaping where we both wave as the ocean carries her home
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