Honouring Two Friends
My heart absorbed Barb's Big Island Heaven ,
caught up on Hilo a long time ago;
with no frozen secrets , sun's blush as leaven;
I should've escaped, this heart tells me so.
Hilo's no forgery, purely Hawaiian,
a shiver of yesterday's culture intact.
Observe the dancers' sinuous swaying;
dance for the Moon Spirit , passion a fact.
There where my colleague died on the verandah,
Hawaiin flag flying with that of our own;
indigenous passion...nothing is grander,
our flags half mast, a brotherhood sown.
Yvonne was honoured by such an exchange;
more meaningful farewell we could not arrange.
and Yvonne Sipants
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