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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Famed gold crepuscular rays angling down Knifing in between, through volcanic haze Hualalai and Mauna Loa’s crowns Fire Goddess Pele greets fresh island day Fuchsia blooms explode, steal attention Pollens mingle on zephyr coastal breeze Hallowed entry, this tropic dimension Surf thunder backdrop, soundtrack of the sea Running shoes crunching the roadside lava Kaleidoscopic blooms, soon to transmute Mango, papaya, lilikoi, guava Untended harvest of paradise fruit Slow tempo set to the island perfume Soul dances in the fragrant sensation Unbridled speed would be this journey’s doom Not to give in to the exultation Entering town, the cast of characters Pungent whiffs of spoiled fish atop stale rice Green Shangri-La’s dingy inheritors Tropical Bukowski's frayed paradise Amphetamine native, drawn skin and bones Wincing eyes, loose grasp, cigarette homespun Tribal markings long burnt, faded blue tones Completed journey, dark side of the sun Manicured denizens clutter the way Fair guests at the Royal Lik’a’Heini Young surf seekers grimace to greet the day Pakalolo Hostel, skunk-and-briny Volta at the pier, Triathlon’s temple Hallowed asphalt, footfalls of history World’s smartest man living life so simple Broom pushing, tune whistling, smiling at me I should run faster; it's Ali’i Drive Temple of Ironman’s Marathon pride Vainglorious dreams have boiled alive Burgeoning pace, a seaside suicide Fair breeze has halted, sharp rays now reigning Blanket of torpor fights progress forward Through fragrant pillow, all fight is draining A ballistic migraine arcing southward Demons exorcised, sultry purgation, Epic journey ends in clear sacred brine Feet dive in wet sand, a bless’t sensation Gaia’s ocean of sweat swallowing mine 4/28/16 © Thomas W. Quigley
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