I had thought it Kona’s magic
The gecko
And lifting my small singing token,
from burnt rock salt splashes
With closed eyes
I could be there for a moment.
I now have the answer
The echo
Bouncing from my empty left atrium
where my daughter’s laughter erupts
like unstoppable lava.
For to hear her giggling
like happy uke chords
and cackle with her father
over a viral video they are watching--
C, F and G7 chords.
And now, my ukulele
strums that voice
that only a banjo could rival.
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