It’s been real
It’s been nice
it’s been silly once or twice
But the place to be
In 5 or 10
will ease my head from then till zen
I welcome pillow prone again
and bid a gracious
me good night
Dave Wilson
waldomaui
For about 27 years my adult life has been enriched immeasurably by my friends and co-conspirators in the Maui Live Poets Society. It is through these exceptional folks that I've blossomed as a poet. Best of all, my loving wife Cindy Albers and I met through MLPS. Cindy--a truly accomplished writer and poet--and I both will be pounding out poems on our respective laptops here on the windward shore of Maui. (Already I feel the need for a nap.) Once again, thank you to Caitlin and Jacob and the other volunteers for this sterling opportunity! Good luck to us all! Big Group Hug, waldomaui (sometimes known as Bear)
I Know the Answer–Hour 23
If you please
do the Swiss seek out
American cheese?
HEY!–Hour 22
Splashing down my neck
It’s an ice water haiku pouring
Now WAKE UP!
Low Note–Hour 21
Covid variant
delta now spreading new dread
worldwide throats tighten
Let’s Call It a Career–Hour 20
cats follow me
as I walk the nightshift
they know the crinkling sound
of treat packet in pocket
I indulge them
and they leave messages on my pantlegs
for Duke the whiskered king of castle home
I’m a long distance matchmaker
always said i wanted to work outdoors
be at one with animals
okay, I concede
let’s call it a career
Selfie–Hour 19
Layers intersecting
shadows at angles
I see double
with half the fun
one eye good
the other eye good
two good images
duking for dominance
undecided
unintegrated into one clear whole
Eyeglasses twice removed
one lens occluded
carefully covered with a circle of
blue painter’s tape
removing one globe from the mobile
of sight
that ghosting brother
always hovering
Camping By Another Name–Hour 18
The homeless camp along Kahului Beach Road
in the few yards between concrete road barriers
and waterline lies
contested of course by the county fathers
as a public health menace
their go-to ejection card since the hippie days
these folks don’t camp
they inhabit gutted cars
and evade and collect fat driftwood
bowling ashore
humans yearning for walls or windbreak
they live
as best they can
resourceful at a bony elbow of Maui with no remorse
outside of an unflinching economic edifice
of outpriced and non-existent housing
l like a feature new this week
the American flag tied to the top of a makeshift flagpole
wind-whipped
intact
as if we need to be reminded–and we do–
that this hovel is part of the United States of America
Dollars No Sense–Hour 17
Bananas grow in Hawaii
in backyards
the tastiest
the freshest
Go to a supermarket in Hawaii
and buy bananas
from Ecuador
Freaky Like That–Hour 16
The bugs would appear
on the basketball court when
the night lights came on at dusk
Bats arrived next
diving after the fat bugs
We tricked the blind-as-a-bat
bats by tossing pebbles
up toward the lights
A bat would swoop
snatch the pebble
then unfulfilled
drop it
on our heads
I marveled at their mouse-like squeaks
pitching radar high into the feast
No one knew what I was talking about
I could hear the high register of bats
and was surprised to learn others couldn’t
I’m freaky like that
Yes–Hour 15
Don’t ask me to ruminate
and list the times I wish
I had said yes
The only times
it truly mattered
in the bright concourse of life
I did say yes
to my wife-to-be
now my wife-in-fact
Don’t ask me to tabulate regrets
I have none
After decades I learned
to feel love
accept love
share love
in gratitude
with the ease of saying
Yes