Voices: Kalihi
Everything in that place had its story to tell:
the mongoose and mynah, the lava rocks circling
the falls where a thousand ancient stories had leaped
to their deaths. Along the screened porch,
the rows of banana trees whispered
like gossiping cousins— the open windows breathed
pikake and ginger. All night the banyans stood
like old, bearded gods, roots drifting to earth.
Susan Kelly-DeWitt | Mudlark No. 33 Contents | Nu’uanu Valley Upside-Down Falls