Hunting for glowworms – Aimee-Jane Anderson-O’Connor

The fronds

swim backstroke on the pavement

wink silver at the stars like

fin rays

picked clean by the dark


We step lightly on the grass

stick to the main path

clutch our keys and

listen for another set of warm lungs


The ghosts of girls like us

are misting



Maggots winking in the undergrowth


40% will die

slick with white mould


their kidneys green-blue and shining.


Kyla Campbell-Kamariera

Reo Tauira

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