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
Powerful poem!