Maui '70
The full moon maniacal,
flecks of purple haze strato-casting,
slate cloud ready to rain, a mind malaised,
disinterested; a feckless fanatic
feeding off floundering dreams,
realizing the impossible, impassable
scope of a fading dusk.
When Hendrix drizzled, we,
90% water, turned to flowing tide
under glowing rock and rolled
by unknowing Kahuna Sentries guarding
a sacred lava now shot up
into a Star Spangled Spectacle,
and out the Haleakala.
The ancient dormant crater crested
multicolored leaflets upon the throng:
You can have them all but this one.
~~
Matt Erwin
Arizona, U.S.A.
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