Parked At The Lighthouse


Hood cools beneath me with a “tick”

Waves lick the sharp lava rock with a grin

Till they are slick and salty, puckered with opihi*

Beer sweats, I sweat, and you sweat beside me

As we watch the day slide gently westward

Where egrets fly white against the deep jungle green


Our voices are hushed and soft, carried on a warm breeze

We watch whales spouting and turtles surfing

There is no time here, when my head finds your shoulder

As we share spiced ahi and papaya slices

With geckos calling in the keawe boughs

No troubles invade the sanctity of US

Only sticky fingers, bare feet

And red pepper kisses



*Opihi a kind of sea snail found in the Indo-Pacific oceans


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