Happy Birthday, Irene
The Hilo rain
kept the fresh air
just out of my reach.
I pressed my nose against the car window
and held my breath.
Nothing out there
but California grass.
Then,
treasure!
CAAAANN!
The Chinese fire drill quickly ensued.
No seat belt as why.
Budweiser, Shasta, Hawaiian Punch.
We were one can closer
to Disneyland.
You could make something AMAZING
out of nothing.
You could make Disneyland dreams
out of muddy cans
and cigarette wrappers.
You’re still with us,
but you’re not.
I loved you.
I love you.
Happy Birthday, Irene.