Saturday, August 4, 1984

WALKING MEDITATION, WAIKIKI drawing,


After snorkeling all day
at Hanamua Bay
I spend the next 24 hours
in a rigid Mo'ai stance.
All that fire raging
on the backs of my thighs
and no way to put it out.
The sun's revenge.
I cannot sit on the bus,
how will I ride the plane:
I recline my way across the waters.
What I'd give for an easy chair
lined with icepacks.

8/4/84


HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL

Waikīkī is a perpetual Mardi Gras
the party never stops
tourists of every tongue
get down to the basics.

8/4/84



It is difficult to ride the bus, drive a car, eat a meal, ride a plane, or even write when you can't sit down. Lee asks, "Your ass?" Yes. It's 48 hours later, and I still can't sit, even slathered with so much Solarcane, it's given me the chills. After spending time either prone on my stomach, or standing so long, that my ankles have swelled, and my feet throb.

8/5/84




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