by James Ragan
Beneath the drizzling golden hues of sunlight,
a palm is swaying tall, muscular in its song,
smooth as a kumu hula sidestep, grazing the sand,
or a chanter's muse waving a song
along the fingers to storied heights, each hand
rolling in air to dance one beat into a […]
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