Ka`u Desert Hike
You know how happy I am /
Sina / when I pump my arm /
Asking truckers to honk
Their deep horns
At my Harris sign
I waved it for you
Yesterday on Highway 11
By the orchid place
With older ladies
Many with cats
I sense you’re pleased
Out there beyond bardo
Walls in whatever form
You now assume
I’ll look for you
The desert hides nothing
But blue and yellow lava
'Ōhi'a with chipped bark
Maybe to catch the rain
Two dead white trees
Embracing where Jill
And I walked with her
GPS / nice to know
Where you are / can’t
Follow footprints
Of travelers overcome
By ash / many lack toes
Some tiny / one child
Foot in soft brown
Set ash / we put our
Boot prints down
Not for History
But to notice on
Our return / the quick
Histories of us /
The record of you
A print / I return to read
Your elegy to your
Mother / I ask your
Daughter for a photo /
Not knowing which
Or why looking at it
Leaves such a trace
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