All the family things,
you know, you see and you are,
swirls in your piko.

Purple mountain tops
zigzag across azure blue
cloudless O’ahu.

Pointed pohaku
stands among the wet ferns,
raindrops smooth its head.

Dark, gray, large mano
guards the cave at Kaunolu,
no one dives below.

Manele white sand,
waves toss rocks, coral and shells,
gifts from ‘Iniki.

Black sand swimming pond,
Tutu teaches us to float,
don’t swim by the rocks.


Talk story

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