Wistful
"Wistful/Wishful: sometimes if a word can ever be realized, just an 'alphabet' change will suffice," ... by the Poet
The coconuts have gone awry,
and its fronds they seemed to deny,
their stumped stilts beaches pierce the sky,
an empty beach where birds fly by,
no imprint sole of surfing guy,
except I write the reasons why,
appropriate it with a sigh.
It's because of the lava flow,
in "83 nobody knows,
but then it started the big show,
at first, 'twas small and started slow,
until it grown, and grow, and grow,
the forest like a mower, mow,
night sky turned an orangey glow.
Since "83 it kept its pace,
it filled the ridge, a lengthy space,
then poured downhill like in a race,
the town lay at the mountain base,
lava came, the town prayed then braced,
home after home, place after place,
pierce a lifetime shown on their face.
The mountain lava met the sea,
wherefrom my hometown used to be,
everyone is an absentee,
all now have a new addressee,
and they are new hometown adoptees,
how can poetic words air-free,
for one who's wistful presently.
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Hilo Poet
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