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Nighttime audibility
Of the unseen sea

Is proportionate to
Its missing postcard view.

Silent waves which by day
Limp into the limpid bay,

Sweep in palm-tree height
In the middle of the night,

Until the rain begins and drowns
Corresponding ocean sounds

With its thrashing seagrape hiss,
A growing tidal-wave abyss

Where winds and waters braid
In a whirlpool masquerade,

Where the reversed rains rise
While rivers fall from skies.

April 28th, 2016, Kailua
November 22nd & 23rd, 2016, Kailua
June 8th, 2022, Kaiholu