Last night I dreamt again of Wailua
the bus I rode from Hana
near the arboretum
Green hills surrounding
the winding road
Narrow bridges over
bright streams
of water running
downhill
Blue Pacific glittering
off shores lush
with tropic flora
We jounce along
all the way
to Wailua
I dreamt that sunshine
and salt seaspray
awoke me -
Aloha!
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