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.