The Girl Who Had Pele's Hair

For: Samantha The beautiful young red head moves in mysterious ways as she pulled her lava orange stick of wax from her box of crayons She is not a girl actually more of a woman Yet something in her eyes is where the secret lies In the Hawaiian sunset her hair twists and turns rips and burns like rivers of burning lava trust me when I say "The Past is Today" Part of Pele is in her The red head sharpens her crayon smiling to herself "I used to have a box of crayons like that when I was little," says the teacher next to her His face is strained and stressed, A perfect contrast to the girl "I used to get upset when my crayons wore down to nubs," says the teacher. The girl with the lava hair smiles, "You still do," she says softly. The teacher looks at her, his eyes far away. Years later the teacher stops his car, on a rural road, next to an old lady walking, The old lady's formerly red hair replaced, by Pele's grayish silver ash. The teacher rolls down his window, The old lady smiling through missing teeth. "Do you need a ride?" The Teacher asks the old lady. The old lady looks down the open road. She shakes her head. The teacher smiles with tears in his eyes, And a feeling that will not go away, remembering the past today.