No Kahiki mai ka wahine ‘o Pele…
Walking on the shore of the Big Island
I picked up a smooth dull black stone.
The wind, cool and fresh, blew in from the sea
and a white dog came , followed by a crone.
Her eyes were a soft brown. She greeted me.
“are you planning to take that black stone home?
The park ranger here says there is a curse.”
I picked a pure white stone from the seafoam.
“One white and one black…the balance should work.”
She smiled and nodded: “I think you are right.
They alone made this land and love each other.”
And she and her dog then walked out of sight.
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