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Pohutukawa trees

(Written 26 May 2018)

Silver grey, rough bark tall limbs to the blue sky. Summertime red flowers, bright petals fall to the sand carpets of crimson strands under branches.

I’m here again, this place I fell in love.

In love with these trees in love with a land covered in fluffy clouds green, and free to wander.

In love for the first time with a boy who loved me.

Do these trees remember that younger girl? Does my touch feel familiar on their skin from 18 years ago? Seventeen, now thirty five still exploring, growing the same but different.

Hold me here just for a moment in these memories. They drift like cotton-wool clouds out to the ocean, my soul’s resting place.


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