Wildflowers


 

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She leads me through milkweeds and wildflowers

Into the curvature of distant stars,

Where fireflies dance

Like fires in my heart,

Pulsating, alive

With thunder

And lightening

And where the scent of tall grasses

Still warm from sunlight,

And damp from rain,

Catches between my toes.

A Stone Throw


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Pull Over,

And walk twenty yards

From the highway.

 

Myth is alive,

Movement rustling in darkness,

Light seeping from clouds,

A slight breeze,

A dancing Lehua blossom

Swaying unseen,

An unbeaten path,

A stone throw

from the known.

 

We are divorced from what’s real,

Believing in our own superiority,

And have we forgotten our relations?

 

The stone, the moss, the mist, the mountain,

All waiting for us to return home.

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry

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