Hawaiian Hurricane Haiku


Hurricane, they say

be safe, get to higher ground

this must be the calm



Winds are picking up

the palm trees are swaying now

still only sprinkles



Hurricane winds blow

a lost pigeon finds the barn

lone sanctuary



The goats are grazing

they hardly notice the storm

where is all the rain?



Was it all just hype?

I remember Katrina,

now that was a storm!



Moloka’i is fine

they call it Pule O’o,

“Powerful prayer”





About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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