| dewy decimal |
2004-07-06 - 6:13 a.m.
Morning's infant light pours over in a newborn cry. Filling, Sensing. The awakening grooves and upturned pouts, Aiea's changing face.
Somewhere I'm still dreaming.
The trickling descent of insects and night marchers. A warming road soaring into the chilly harbor, orange to blue.
My sister and her boyfriend, asleep, pressed together, the letterform Z. While a dozen unseen birds, whose chests expand and collapse; In speech, not in song.
The intramural green that rushes between the plantation homes, coolly tip-toes along the red skating rink.
Yellow liturgy, Aloha Stadium.
City of Vowels. That flunks and is redeemed inside of Honolulu's crowded, glossy hand.
Asleep, I am her knuckle.
Her severred, knotted belly.