Poem – Nina Powles

Collisions On her last visit to New Zealand her father took her picture at Makara Beach. She’s smiling, and her hair is being tossed by the wind. I went there once just after a storm had passed. The waves were pushing tree trunks twice my height, roots and all, up onto the shore close to where I stood, the wind whipping my hair in circles. If there was sound in space, what would it sound like when galaxies collide? Would it sound like this? Share this:Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in


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