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Big Tutu says the salt in her jar
Was gathered by a haole nurse
Off east Kalaupapa,
Where tide pools appear at sunrise
But vanish by night.
Plenty black crab over there
Scuttling across the lava.
Sometimes limu koho
Washes up, a gift from Hina.
Great Gramps dunked his kaka line
Into Awahua Bay
Using hands without fingers.
That ocean nearly killed him
Dog paddling in from the schooner.
Big Tutu salt a century old, easy.
Maybe grains from Damien’s tears
Stay mixed in with it.
Salt our pork sandwiches now
Before we bust the jar
Moving Big Tutu topside.