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...