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Carte Blanche

To Israel Kamakawiwo, IZ



Tell him the sea has receded and the stars are jumping on its bare bed.
Tell him that history was a seagull hungering our names.
Tell him, if he is silent, if he isolates himself, God appeased the volcano,
 created for us this island.
Tell him that I wait for him under the almond tree, barefoot and still tousled,
with shimmering hoops. Hawaii, Izzy surfing clouds, playing ukulele.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 11/17/2019 2:10:00 PM
This is about the singer right? He was a great singer who died so young.. loved his songs...
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Roxane Aristy
Date: 12/17/2019 7:52:00 AM
Yes! IZ! When I'm in my death bed, if I get to be so lucky to die in my bed, I asked Tricia,my adopted daughter, to play "somewhere over the rainbow" , IZ's version. Thank you Silent One for visiting this poem.
Date: 11/15/2019 3:24:00 AM
my great-grandmother had a similar encounter on her Island, but the seagulls mock her scattered history too.
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Roxane Aristy
Date: 11/16/2019 6:39:00 AM
Thank you Robert and your grandma, you contribute to this blank check of unlimited wonders.
Date: 11/13/2019 4:07:00 AM
Very descriptive, you have a unique style. Welcome to the soup.
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Roxane Aristy
Date: 11/16/2019 6:08:00 AM
Thank you for being so generous, Phil.
Date: 11/12/2019 1:22:00 PM
This is wonderful.
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Roxane Aristy
Date: 11/16/2019 6:06:00 AM
Thank you Maureen.