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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