A thought in the night
Must be scribbled on paper
Before I forget
Twitching fingers mean
That I’m counting syllables
In my new haiku
Windswept and barren
Here our ancestors once dwelt
Kaho'olawe
Silence IS golden
When you’re being serenaded
By the coqui frog
Intentions are fine
But actions speak much louder
Get with it Lulu
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