Dry as a bone they said.
Cruel sun it was named for.
Lahaina hills pale gold with fallow cane,
Pineapple fields let go, soon to fill with houses.
I walked your streets with my little daughter after school.
I worked on Front Street, met friends at Kimo’s,
Danced at Moose’s, sailed on snorkel boats.
You were the blood in my veins for 23 years.
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