Ni Sa Bula Vinaka
Forty years have passed
Some people late
Memory like clockwork
“Stay away from that hole” he said
I will I will
I will not
Not be told
You can build a bure on top of me
The foundations are weak
But the smoky darkness is clearing
Yes, the hole still has me
Finally big enough to step up
Almost
Copyright © Grant Norwood | Year Posted 2016
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