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From “understory”

04/28/2026 14:58h
for my pregnant wife, nālani, during her second trimester nālani and i walk to our small community garden plot in mānoa — the seed packets in my pocket sound like a baby’s toy rattle — when do they spray glyphosate along the sidewalks? from kunia to waimea, fifty thousand acres of gmo fields — how will open air pesticide drift affect our unborn daughter, whose nerve endings are just beginning to root? — we plant seeds in rows, soil gathers under our fingernails — syngenta, dupont, dow, pioneer, basf, monsanto