Piercing smell of cane
Burning. The kolea flees,
Screeching, to the road
Banana poka
Twists itself over the necks
Of hibiscus blooms
A stealthy mongoose
Slinks away, with the I`iwi
Crying for its egg.
A sterile green skin
Covers acres. Small white spheres
Are rolled into cups.
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