Clouds race
by my windows
being swept by the
broom
of trade winds
an old blemish
Diamond Head
it’s a scar
which turns brown
in summer
all the houses
pay homage to
the giant
Clouds race
by my windows
being swept by the
broom
of trade winds
an old blemish
Diamond Head
it’s a scar
which turns brown
in summer
all the houses
pay homage to
the giant
Hope all is well, Harlan.
Bob
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Hi, Bob
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