now we found us at the shore
look back but can’t turn
subject of our footprints
food for some god
wade in and breaststroke
memories of land life
a globe sat by the window
all those years
half colored as it was
half faded as it is
look back but can’t turn
can’t subject ourselves
find nothing to remind us
toast only exhaustion
of who we were now
Aloha and e komo mai. I'm an author of prose and poetry born and raised in Honolulu, Hawaiʻi. I publish a daily rough draft here on my author site. Please read with me, comment, and please share your own writing. Mahalo for reading, and a hui ho.
Lanning Lee 