Alistair Te Ariki Campbell


For Meg: 1937–2007

I wrote this poem for you
Out of tidal wrack.
I spoke my lines to the wind,
And the wind blew them back.

This is my last poem.
It’s out there on the beach
For the first high tide to turn,
And float it out of reach.

 1 June 2007

Author’s Note


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