PUHI

Small poem of my childhood hometown.

-PUHI-

Houses faded yellow and green

fruit trees growing in every yard and the

sun-worn aged women who worked in them

were oblivious to the noise of the children 

circling around the cul-de-sac on bicycles.

At the end of the main road which ran through

the plantation style thirty or so homed town 

laid a park with a dome shaped jungle gym

which the children would flock to

everyday in the hot afternoon sun.

With towels, pillowcases and sheets 

secretly stolen from grandmother's

freshly washed laundry baskets

They would cover the bare bars completely.

The boys would puff out their chest and spit

while they played the last inning of 

the world series game

and the girls would courtesy and 

ask each other for a dance 

waltzing, sipping wine

while discussing their ostentatious life.

October 06, 2003

Reviews

[Seriana]

This is a lovely vision, almost as a portrait in an antique store. One that I'd walk up to, look at, and wonder the story behind it. Beautiful scenery painted from your words. I really enjoyed this!

[Hawaiian_fire]

Thank you very much Seriana. I look forward to reading some of your work as well!