there are oceans here
blue
cool
and warm at the smae time
breathing miracles
i call this place hom
from every chinatown mom and pop shop
to alamoana
this place has character
and its something to miss
its roots
and quava bark
its tight vowels
and glottal stops
but above all it is family
and ill miss the way it feels to sit on a couch until the darkness of night
with a 14 years old girl who doesnt know better than to look up to me
she is a breathing miracle too
the kind you think makes you one by association
she is the closest thing to a legacy i have
a walking reminder that my words
have weight
to heavy for me to carry alone
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