PHILIP MCKIBBIN
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Leaving Otahuhu


a grey-black bridge
those mangroves, that mud
and the brewery in the distance

suddenly: sky
crispness and blue

out here
you could lose a syllable
(or two)
​
down here
you can let things go

​​Kī mai ki ahau, He aha te mea nui o te ao?
Māku e kī atu, Ehara i 'te tangata, te tangata', engari ko te aroha e!