Kona Winds

by Ivan M. Granger


Original Language English

Kona winds
wash the mountainside,
churning eucalyptus
and lime.

Behind west-moving
clouds
the moon shines
somewhere.

Beloved,
you are in the land
of sleep
and this night
I cannot join you.

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Kona Winds