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Long After Our Canoes
Our
Hawaiian Sun
got burned
yesterday
and cried all
night ...
usually day after
our tradewinds turns and ...
they'd
betrayedwinds
and our baby then
shone me
the coconut tree
N U T S!
all gone
just dangling palms
looks like tourists palms
ahh, fiddlestcks
more unfinished castles
in the sand
crumbling ...
kind of defines McLean.
Copyright ©
Hilo Poet
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