Aloha Pants

Between skinny dipping and vana
There is a fine time
Until one thin spine
Breaks off in my heel
The blood streaked trail
Back to my waiting parents
Who wonder why these two girls
One on each side
Support wounded me
Between their smiling faces
Hopping back from the Hana lighthouse

The black broken spike
Is buried too deep to pull out
So I live with that embedded point
My memory of swimming naked
When I am old enough to extract
How much I appreciate
Those childhood memories

This will be my refrain
My song for Hana Bay Beach Park
Where vana thrive
And young girls’ spirits linger
In an old man’s heart