Waianae Tent Cities

As you leave south’s cramped land

with concrete buildings, traffic

jams of Hondas, Toyotas, Fords, and

mainlanders stand on the wet sand,

Ewa beach cries out to you, locals—

Hawaiian, Pilipino, Japanese,

Chinese and Samoan, too, are found

in little pockets, pop-up towns. Roost

in millennial times, no running water,

no electricity, these citizens do without

in the island’s harsh economy, try to feed

a keiki on sawdust, see what it reaps.

These faces, young and old, collapse

into folds of disparity, tarp flaps

slapping the view. That’s Aloha.

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