Fourteen Steps to Nowhere

Incomplete Thoughts from my Notes

Today was a day of life.
People fed the fish off the dock, and
Humuhumunukunukuapua'a showed up.
The children called him Humuhumu and laughed.
Little black pufferfish and parrotfish and crabs came too.
Three eels, two brown, yellow and green
moved like poems
slipping and sliding against each other
under the waves quietly.

There were birds today too.
Little beads of life,
jewels of red, gems of yellow.
Finches and jays.

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