Here's the poem:

Watching Snow Fall

Wrapped inside ocean,
there isn’t any fire,
not so much color, even,
mainly blues and greys.
Do you wonder about oxygen
when you find them absent
from your heart,
do you dream yourself
into stars,
do you swim out beyond
what oceans offer, deep
onto the plains?

All the Benches are still displayed at: steveadamsomaha.tripod.com/P_Bench_Mark..., this is #14, art by Stephanie Carlson-Pruch.

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They're asking for whistelblowers to send an email to DEIAtruth@opm.gov.

What if, instead, we all send them a poem?

Koertge is so damn good.

Wait, they haven't been changed to Hatch, New America yet?

It was of course a pleasure to get to spend time in Hawai'i but far more than sightseeing, was a great chance to introduce my wife and daughters to my dad, who they never had a chance to meet. Hilo was always like a member of my family growing up, it was such a big part of who my dad was.

Also pictured are a couple waterfalls: Rainbow Falls in Hilo (with my dad as a kid in front of the falls, down in the pool where you're not allowed in today) and Akaka Falls.

That tsunami is a big part of family history and we got a talk on it from cousins Jeannie and David who were both kids at the house when it happened. Jeannie went on to be one of the co-founders of the Pacific Tsunami Museum.

We're all descendants of Charles and Elizabeth Mason who lived in the house pictured with some of us in front of it (thanks to the current owners who were wonderful) and also a shot of the house after the 1946 tsunami which knocked it about 30 feet.

Nobody really knows... it's anarchy...

Several of my brothers and sisters and some of our kids made it, I think we were there for dad (but, still, man I wish he could have been there, too).

Thus far, I have to say, 2025 may be the greatest year ever. Umm... it'll keep going this way, right?

A real highlight, though, was going to Hawaiʻi Volcanoes NP to see Kilauea erupting that next morning. My dad grew up in Hilo and never saw the volcano erupt. Each time it erupted he was living somewhere else, so it was amazing that we had a reunion at a time it was erupting. And it was incredible.

Later in the day, we were mere feet from the southernmost point in the United States. The southernmost point in the United States, though, was packed with tourists, so we figured we were close enough and went off to see a green beach.

Sophia and I started the year off right, hiking the Ka'awaloa Trail down to Kealakekua Bay, the site where Captain Cook landed and, nearby, was later killed when he tried to take the island's monarch hostage. The hike is amazing, but the uphill return in growing heat was... ummm... exhausting.

As the sun was setting, we found a sea turtle stuck in a pool of water, waiting for the tide to liberate it.

And that's how, at 8pm local time, my term as Nebraska State Poet ended in Nebraska time.