Poem – Siobhan Harvey

Cloudboy Sees the Sky Break

The morning sky breaks with flight.

A plane appears. Banking,


a hawk hovers over pohutukawa

and kauri, fuscous like wood


or sand at twilight. Bleak

crescent moon, hawk turns, falls.


Sparrows and fantails disperse like rain.

Later, two hawks sky-dance.


The sight of them courting air

is such rare pleasure, Cloudboy sways.

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