Before the blast and takings
we had a little place in Paukukalo.
It was hotter indoors there
less breezeway
but so close
the chatter of cartwheeling shorestones               told all their secrets
so close
I could walk down on sleepless nights
to join them in their sharing.

Only the Moon listened in
and a few helpful fish and
of course the stars
who could always be trusted anyway.

Neighborhood cats walked me home          protecting my tell-alls
from nosy minah sunrise gossip.

Nights were good in Paulukalo                           before the blast and takings.