5am poem 3

Help

Fire. Storm. Firestorm.
Could we not have called
Mayor Mike back to assist?
Rumble smash smoke sting
melting… melting…
Lahainatown.
We could not have called
Mayor Mike back to assist.
I wrote him several messages.
Deleted them all before sending.
Pilau to even ask.
Where there’s smoke
there’s not always fire.
Sound the alarms just in case.
Pilau to even ask.
Don’t send the message.
Don’t wait to ask.
It’s the rude beg of truth
the black sky of truthfulness
the cover of black sky.
Mayor Mike could have volunteered
maybe could have remembered
Lahainaluna
Ms. Fellows’ students.
Maybe not.
Pilau to ask.
He’ll make a statement
when the shock wears down.
We’re all frantic healing.
I’ll send one of those messages someday any day now.
Mmmm… malama pono.

Ashes call to him
far louder than any words of mine.

Fire. Storm. Firestorm.

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