For John Pule by Karlo Mila
the poet told us
there was a beach
but a hurricane came
and swallowed it up
there was also a nation of people
but a New Zealand sponsored
hurricane
just as hungry
swept away people like grains of sand
with the help of
longremembered newfound family
he finds the old foundations
where hibiscus trees grow wild
with memories of his mother
using a new machete
he follows the old tracks
to a
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