Mahalo Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

Dormant volcanos
with lava to drown ya
has ash to keep the pineapples sweet
There was a tsumani warning
for your birth
200 words for rain, pouring
Pearl harbour glistens
the demons sink a boat
a pearl floats to that point, polished and soaked
He waits in mist
by the grand crater
she is dressed in diamond
he will be the one to save her
they hold hands in Mahalo
a window opens a door is ajar
7 years of sugar cane,7 years fallow