bali hai
mythology
contact
high blades
of grass
hanalei
wave to
passers-by
in the blue
highway
conjested
traffic clouds
slap
loud high
fives
washing rain
asphault tar
smell the
feelings bring
you sideways
as a bottle of
ben harper
jack johnson
and citizen
cope screaming
through the airwaves
strings plunck
thump hollow
koa wood
tamberine
percussion
reverb should have
roped nature echoed
sung sang
the rhythm
of hawai’i
no t.v.
canoe steam
more raining
the magic of
mystery.