D Done 1.10 Traveler's Poem


Traveler walked out of his Hanalei home, over to the beach, the sun was setting. Leilani was off to the sunshine market, should be back soon with strange and wondrous things. When you find something interesting at a farmer's market in Hawaii, always ask two questions, what is it and how do you prepare it? After dinner, they were going to a poetry slam, HanaSlam, at the community center. Traveler was no great poet, but he wanted to participate.

He reflected on all that had come to pass this day, the deep state pressure on the HNMNBies, the deepening relationship with Leilani and started to write.

Whirr, click
    Whirr, click
        Whirr, click

Every sound, every face, every license plate
    Recorded
        Remembered
            Resolved

Digitized, and sanitized; who's that girl?
    I want to meet her
        Maybe court her
            Can I kiss her?

I know you watch me, so does He!
    You monitor me
        Think you know me
            Heart of a man is deep

He has appointed a girl for me
    To love all my life
        We'll love under the sun
            Analyze that

Whirr, click
    Whirr, click
        Whirr, click

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