One time I was walking across a wide Hawaiian countryside field, grass freshly mowed, after I sliced a banana stalk from its tree, carrying these 40 pounds or so of sweet fruit to install precisely on a swinging rope on the porch, a way to keep rats from eating before we humans do. I had other landscaping work, so I was continually walking back and forth across the aina (land).

Locusts that seem dead, the size of chihuahuas, are arising again while one rapturous dinosaur approaches the two women from this entrance and then another treacherous t-rex from that one—death now seems imminent.