Standing
on the edge of the cemetary lawn,
I
turned to look up the coast toward Kahaluu.
The
slight haziness of the air gave the Koolaus
A
layered appearance as if each ridge of mountains
Were
a separate panel set under the sun;
As
if each could be folded and set
Into
Kaneohe Bay for the night.
The
thought gave me some comfort as I stood
Near
the rows of headstones, each
Decorated
with its own arrangement
Of
red ginger, ti leaves, or anthuriums,
As
if each person were a single panel set
Beneath
the sun. Could it be so simple
To
be folded and set into the earth?
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