I am invisible on their streets note that
most won't remember me, not even in idle chat
If I ever return for brief nostalgia seeing you sit
where I sat.
If ever I come back and eat, breathe and plant seed
If I ever human-be on your decorated streets
Outside your boutique parlors neat
Invisible to your eyes, sweet but colorless.
Even under my invisibility
The subtle signs of me are there still
From dry coastal cul de sacs to humid Reikorangi
irrefutably between hills, written into the earth indelible.
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