4am Poem 2

Some Graces

About ten years ago
a teenaged young man
smashed into a pole on Honoa’piilani Hwy
driving home late from work.
He left his body immediately.

There are some graces.

White gloved
I drove him to his home ,

Lahainatown
down Front Street
past the Banyon Tree
through congested little avenues
stopping at his house
where family, neighbors and friends stood
solemnly waiting to fall
into processional to the church
to the cemetery
to his place of final resting.
He was gone.
He is gone.

He and all are gone now,
stolen by firestorm
all gone but the Banyon Tree
of his youngest youth.

There is still some life in our
strong, old Banyon Tree.

There are still some graces.

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