Hawaiian Life
Behold, the aura of evening sky
colors fade to darkness, breathless.
Hands, spent toiling and tilling, reap
simple pleasure, and fingers begrimed.
Passion of the island people grows,
As upward the beast below boils.
© Jul 21 2010 African Asset contest “sky, soil, and sea”
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