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© 2010-2013

Kauai

Jewels, gathered from the sea
A half shell, curved
With faint scars of hinges
Tiny conches
A star with stripes like finger bones
Tiny tooth chips of sea-green
Nestled, cupped inside a vacant sea
I hear their rustlings
When, live, they combed the tidal pools
Close my eyes
And see a glowing peach of sun
Rise above black-mirrored seas
Hear the faint cooing of mourning doves
And smell the heavy, sweet hibiscus breeze