You were painted with exotic flowers
from the Garden Isle
where the fog drooped
from the Garden Isle
where the fog drooped
on the back of the volcano
like an old gray cat
like an old gray cat
while the sun struggled to shine
through the thick drizzle at Kalalau Point
through the thick drizzle at Kalalau Point
where fogbows ringed the rainforest
and the ocean whispered secret stories
of the people who once lived on that beach below.
Scrunchie, you tamed my hair
during a time when nothing else would do.
But you’ve slipped back into the wilderness
of the people who once lived on that beach below.
Scrunchie, you tamed my hair
during a time when nothing else would do.
But you’ve slipped back into the wilderness
on your own, lost in a strange concrete jungle,
a weary traveler so far from home,
to find something else to tame.
3/11/20
Hammer Montessori School
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