Jesse Valentine Portz



11/23/04

little prop planes
strait across the sky
through openings brilliant blue
between still- a vortex of clouds
pauses to catch final brilliant glow of sun
saying goodnight o'ahu- the clouds
refracting, reflecting- water vapor echoing
the reflective water below- radiates
lavender violet indigo- guided by rays that burn
through to the soul- suddenly filtered by
a passing wisp- only to return for a brief hana hou
in a new more sanguine color, each moment
a new, slightly longer wavelength-
environs of blue and pink shaded with sweet lavender-
bordered by white heavens- unreachable, transitory
fitting the clouds brush crimson before night falls-
the Day's embaressed sobriety flees afore the
raw sexual power presence of the beasts-
"Young Brothers - lifeline of the Hawaiian Islands"
sails with iron sail cars and metal boxes-
Sun, the god la asleep snores in a color with romance,
living somewhere between magenta, tangerine, fuscia, magenta, gold-
life in twilight-