by Lea Marie Taddonio
The tsunami alarm sounds off the first Tuesday of
each month.
Cane fields are stirring like water just before
wind.
The cat on the step ignoring.
The gecko pipes once.
A truck backfires up the canyon.
A cloud becomes turtle
then a dragon that eats the turtle
and it seems like such a waste of time to die.
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Kauai Backstory is a venue for rigorous writing with a view about Kauai. We look for writing that builds understanding, not walls. We encourage writing (and imagery) that engenders respectful dialogue for we believe one way to build community is through conversation, the time-honored tradition of kama'ilio, talk story.
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2 comments:
I share your joy. Dying, well, we don't know if it's a waste or not. Continuation of life, even beyond this moment on our beautiful planet, seems to be the case.
The details immediately around us grow sharper and more urgently noted during trauma and crisis. This poem eloquently speaks of that odd and special process of intense observation kicking in at an emtional moment.
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