Dear city line – how you often obstruct my view
Your bright lights drown out the stars in the sky
But somehow when you’re gone I miss you.
The peeling paint corroded by the salt water,
the way your glass reflects the sun to community pools
or absorbed by concrete walls making the nights hotter.
Neutral creams and browns, side by side with cold steel
juxtaposed against bright blue canvas
that God threw wind swept clouds close enough to feel,
you tower up from the ocean like a modern Atlantis.
However, I grow sick and tired of your antics:
the drunkards, the taxes, traffic flowing slow as molasses;
escaping up the mountains and hills, because I wanna quit
needing you. Still I find myself looking down to the horizon,
watching the sun set just beyond the city limits
just before Honolulu City lights start rising.
- About the picture – the horizon, city landscape, and the wall framing the shot from the top of Kalihi Valley have very strong lines. However, the setting sun and the pervasive power of its Curve seems to melt down the straight lines with its light and warmth.