Kuleana
the wind
wept
its tears
that fell
to ash
burning the salt
out of the sea
hard to breathe
above
all belongings
have receded
the memory
lingers
like the leaves
it is hard to grieve
what was
and begin again
but these things
are in the wind
in the land
and in the sea
the blue above
the green below
the sunlight
and the rain
the close of day
when the night
is hard
and the mind is still
tears burn back
the day
it is the way
the heart feels
what it felt
before
and after
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