But
it was no great mistake to say, that to have blessings and not to
prize them is to be in hell.
He was hiking to the Stairway to Heaven from the ridge top when he
disappeared. No one can find the someone who saw him; no one can find
his phone, his bag, his white shirt, his slippers. Drone photos
reveal
what
only
seem to
be human forms. The mountain closes around him, and then it lies. Two
nurses heard a call; a man heard whistles, seeing
nothing.
Pua'a
appeared
in camp, nuzzled one man's leg.
Put a GoPro on him; he'll find the boy. Trust
the hoailona.
Pray
to Jesus. His
last photo, a stub of land in the air, worn
grass, bare dirt, a cleft, H3
tunnels far below, incoming clouds.
--8
March 2015
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