In Hawaii it is quiet tonight while Pele sleeps.
A child asks do birds fly this high?
His mother answers: At this height
it is too high for even the birds.
A three breasted Island is wrapped in cloud cover
deceptively gentle slopes. Such cleavage.
The stewardess waits as I chugalug.
The stewardess waits as I chugalug.
We circle before landing. Pau hana.
Some people called this place home.
What the sea covers
between the low and the high tide
belongs to no man.
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