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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

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Rebecca Ball is a poetry and fiction writer from Ōtautahi Christchurch. She has contributed to a range of journals including Landfall, London Grip, Poetry Aotearoa Yearbook, Turbine | Kapohau, Mayhem, Flash Frontier and takahē, as well as special anthologies like No Other Place to Stand: An Anthology of Climate Change Poetry from Aotearoa New Zealand (AUP) and More than a roof: Housing, in poems and prose (Landing Press).


Rebecca Ball


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our only thoughts

we blow our breath into new shapes
seal it in plastic valves feel it give
and bend beneath our shoulders
still stamped with pack strap seams
the evening cool on our cheeks
feathers on our blistered feet
we sink into fading light forget
where we left our phones our wallets
listen to wind in leaves low cry of a kiwi
her quick grunts in the dark our only thoughts
warmth of the track in our thighs
of our own breath beneath us
as the ruru calls in couplets
delivers rustling night
to the dawn