Long Kona Poems
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Potpourri, What Me Worry?
Have a Minute? In a Hurry?
Reflect, Few Knew 3rd Sept. 1964'ie,
Our World Unfurled, "Let There Be Nori!"
More Precisely, "Eleanor Anne",
7 of 7, Infinite "Can", Wonder Woman,
And Golly, The Mile Champion, She Ran!
By No Means Dumb, Nori Was the Sum,
Harry & Eleanor Enabled Dr. Schol's Alum,
Beat Drums! Blow Trumpets! 'Til Lips Numb!
Inherited Curls Red We All Adore,
Her Generosity & Humility Galore,
Spreading Joy In Each of Fifty-Four!
Nori Has a Secret, A Hydrogen Bomb,
A West Virginia Gentle Farm Boy, Some
Say is Her Loam, Vita-Mix, Topsoil Tom!
Husky, Kona, Loved but Exceedingly Furry,
North Conway is Where Tom & Nori,
Build Their Oasis Refuge From Hurry!
Nori, Count Your Life by Smiles Not Miles,
By Friends, Not Stipends, Not "Upends",
May You & Tom Together Enjoy Years,
Empty of Tears, Bills in Arrears & Fears!
The road's slant design, heaves us towards a gorge,
The mound split opened some centuries ago creating the chasm
Safe enough room for a photo opportunity soon to emerge,
Engine off, I secure my iPhone, lastly, seat belt unfasten.
My last day for my sojourn ends, as it to be a fortnight,
Luggage in the car's trunk, dressed for a journey home,
Plane ticket on my person and a call was made about the flight,
Out on the opposite side of the car, 98% charged on my iPhone.
I check my watch, two hours left before the final flight out,
Hilo is about a 45 minute drive away from this point,
Return this rental car, check-in process, it will be about,
An hour to chill at the airport, hope this picture wont disappoint.
Now above the expanse of a deactivating town of Kona,
Parked on a sloped hillside, I stand with unsettled eyes,
My fingers fumbles between the rings of a sun's corona,
In the scope of a late afternoon of the bluish gray skies.
A Kona hushed, belies a people preparing for a night life,
Maturing day's light begs the virgining rite of passage,
Anticipation bears down on me like lingerie would excite,
Checking my iPhone, seeing that its set and easy to manage.
Sky a little darker than before, a just horizon a blazing orange-yellow,
The moment will somehow happen in a seemingly literal flash,
Iphone camera icon hit as the time gap has gotten more narrow,
There the green light, right into the night for the sun doth crash.
It isn't about the race
I should have told my runners
the morning
of the race
today is more
than one 5k
they looked bored, tired,
excited, and all the other
feelings they wouldn't
share with me
there are too many people
and I cannot project myself
convincingly enough
to let my 3rd-8th
graders know
that the race doesn't matter
and the metal
is just made of metal
(mass-produced)
The vendors line
the showplace
and Justin Timberlake's
song is playing
(how come I hear this song
at every 5k race?)
'Can't Stop the Feeling'
I tell my kids to warm up
and parents are worried
that they will get tired
(Its back and forth on flat road
four times only!
You wimps!
(Not the kids
Select parents)
Why do I feel like a clown,
entertainer, enthusiast,
dictionary of nonsense,
and idiotic coach
all at the same time
today?
I need a party size
bottle of pinot grigio
to get through this
alive!
Fifth wave, bibs are on,
my top runner is full
of cheese fries,
and we are off!
One fell down
at the beginning
(not on my team)
Another one lost a shoe
and carried it
through the race
(not on my team)
The sun was just bright
and warm enough
to make another kid
cry while walking
down the hill
"They made me run,
I hate this!"
(Not on my team)
All my runners survived
and none of the parents
sued me
We didn't win
and they all scattered after
for the Kona Ice
Not on my team!
YOO HOO! IS ANYONE HOME!
Look up from your tablet ---
Neighboring trees
are tapping, ringing,
asking for sugar.
They just want to say:
“Howdy! Good Morning!”
They shake their leaves
with big wide grins.
Almost too much
to take in the a.m.!
And you notice,
like a childhood dream,
the whole wide world
is peeking in.
You throw open a door
to the rushing feet
of a brisk wind,
your guest so forward,
it turns your cheeks red.
Yet, you welcome
the gesture of warmth,
nevertheless,
grabbing your blanket,
and a piping hot
cup of strong Kona.
Looking down once again
at warm and brisk words,
that steam up spectacles
peeking through
a tablet’s window pane,
wondering if I can be seen,
my nouns and verbs smiling at you.
Kim Rodrigues© 2016