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wi th their backs to her the nev" growth on all sides not
knowing her it was what she had known and been sure of
she stood watching the ragged light scattered across the leaves
tears were running down her face and under her breath
from the center of her body she chanted to the pbce
Kalua I Ko 'olau nobody knows where you arc
nobody has found you nobody has found you
Finally, a different kind of water poem called "Waves in August."
There is a war in the distance
wi th the distance growing smaller
the field glasses lying at hand
are for keeping it far away
I thought I was getting better
about that returning childish
wish to be living sOl1lewhere else
that I knew was impossible
and now I find myself wishing
to be here to be alive here
it is impossible enough
to still be the wish of a child
in youth I hid a boat under
the bushes beside the water
knowing I would want it later
and come back and would find it there
someone else took it and left llle
instead the sound of the water
with its whisper of vertigo
terror reassurance an old
old sadness it would seelll we knew
enough always about parting
but we have to go on learning
as long as there is anything
