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lake taupo

yesterday dark squalls
traced your surface
touched silently
by tall moving rains –

this morning
in the darkness
a heavy drenching persists

and from the cottage
on the cliff top
we think of you

deep, untouched

and anticipate daybreak
cicadas
small bush birds

and you a brightness
flint-like or eye grey