Another start of a poem for the Laieikawai sequence. I wish I could put more order to it but life is not allowing that; I feel accomplished just for getting something workable on paper, if incomplete. And it will be easier to make them all better if I have a them to begin with, yes?

At dusk their skin’s the same
color as mine. Ten minute shower
rolls in: Grandma and I sing
the water down, the swell and surge
…