My Father Dreams of Ships and Girls
My father dreams of ancient Banyan trees
he sees ghosts in the tall temple grass
smells rain on abandoned sugar cane
He watches the ocean
He sees a tall wooden ship berthed
in Honolulu harbor, silent and crewless
bobbing with the waves
and my father thinks
it is there for him.
Listen, I tell him,
this ship exists only in your mind.
But he counters, You see it, too -
And it's true, I can see it
white and shifting
like Molokai sands.
My father dreams of battleships
He remembers torpedo planes
flying low over the Ko'olaus
He sees a young girl pin a hibiscus
behind her left ear
as she descends the stairs.
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