Everything is bigger and older
than you think. Across
from Rabbit Island
some combers
crawl the bay all glassy
horizon cobalt
a line like in paintings.
Mokapu. Makapuu.
Sugar washing itself.
The effort of the planet
stops and starts here.
Password: sublime.
Our relationship
still lively still the moon
in a small painting
one where I walk into you.
Women rest on the bank
of a river with gold and pink.
Is it the same woman three times?
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