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At the Memorial Park by Kirby Wright

October 1, 2012 Contributed By: Kirby Wright

I bring yellow heliconia and red torch ginger.
You’re planted on a rise beside the shower tree.
Diamond Head looms in the background.
You’re too low to see the ocean.

You’re planted on a rise beside the shower tree.
Show people you love ‘em when they’re alive, you said.
You’re too low to see the ocean.
I was your nightmare: a law school flunk out.

Show people you love ‘em when they’re alive, you said.
You haunt me more than mother.
You’re too low to see the ocean.
Chan Yang and Fu Chuan Lee flank you.

I fill your vase to the brim.
Diamond Head looms in the background.
A plover lands on your marker.
I bring yellow heliconia and red torch ginger.

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Filed Under: Poetry Posted On: October 1, 2012

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