Cairns

        The fields are filled with ghosts.
At concerts of the wind, they listen.
Between the noise, they coast,
And wait for calm to start again.

        They seem like us, but not.
They’re attracted by the hail.
Strewn around the hills by ice and rot,
They signify the winter trail.

        Waiting for the whisper
Of summer in the grass,
Draped like curtains in the air,
Forced by gravity to let us pass.

January 19th, 2022
Kailua

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Kaiholu

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Kaiholu