Hula

Salt wind weaves through
knowing tides;
heels pound sandcastle pavement,
rhythm piercing
bone and
marrow.

Nature crowns
knight lovers;
dove lace draped
across an unmade
bed.

Sky weeps
crimson beads, molten
ancestral sketches,
desperate
to preserve antiquity.

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