nice view from the
chicken coop but i
wouldn't want to live
there. these goofy
birds are loud
as
cluck and shit where
they sleep--knee deep
(for them, at least).
so here i am back on
maui, living the dream,
shovel in hand, filling
a wheelbarrow again
and again. it had been
so long since anyone
had done it it was
pretty foul. ha ha.
what am i doing?
how did i get here?
i used to have dreams
of return and now that
i'm back it really is as
if i never left, same old
rhythm of timelessness.
and shit. lots of shit.
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