Poems from gracekamalei

Backyard vines crawl up the fence, the plumeria tree, and eventually reach the balcony bars.   Dad is waiting for a perfectly ripe...
Heavy door slams shut, Shakes the room, then gentle click. Bye little brother.
The click of my key-card unlocking my heavy, heavy cabin door, and the sound of the hand sanitizer dispenser three times a day, breakfast...