Hinerangi
i.
brushed your
hair last night
after you
rescued
your kidnapped
brother
-out of the way
for your birthday
clever hine
ii.
the thin strands
fine strands
of your hair
my hair
your mothers hair
slip
beneath the hair brush
catching occasionally
on minute tangles
unravelled
piece by piece
by my fingers
my mothers fingers
your mothers fingers
iii.
we plait
plait together
all the
strands
hands
lives
Hine














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