Voices: Kalihi

Everything in that place
            had its story to tell:

the mongoose and mynah,
            the lava rocks circling

the falls where a thousand
            ancient stories had leaped

to their deaths.
            Along the screened porch,

the rows of banana
            trees whispered

like gossiping cousins—
            the open windows breathed

pikake and ginger.
            All night the banyans stood

like old, bearded gods, roots
            drifting to earth.

Susan Kelly-DeWitt | Mudlark No. 33
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