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tell me again why the rain is wrong
for us to walk in, uncovered now
why your words curve waves around me
life preserver (render reality illusion)
tasting the rumor of the moon
we savor honesty tonight
hard
each taking in large bites –
the shadow slant (scent) of the pikake gardenia
the peacock (strut) of Wai’anae –
to bay the moon with heart
our deep sorrow
bones gone soft to break
under no more harsh blows
Prompt: Year of the Dog writing contest for October : )