i'm awestruck with calmness
when shore start to recede
only tiny ripples on surface
i'm waiting for jumping fish
nobody did such acrobats
they went with flow just that
i remember my dads story
somewhere in hawaiian bay
they pick clams, gather opehi
one time fish were stranded
old folks said don't go picking
instead they run to the mountain
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one sign of tsunami
opehi a shell that stick their flesh to rocks
(good popos bra)
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