Harvest Red dirt and pineapple fields stain my memories.  Alongside rows of pineapple, I sat on dusty red roads and ate from my kau-kau tin with the old lady gang.  Years later, I carried you in my belly and yearned for fresh pineapple, dripping with juice and a touch of salt.

Almost The Same He thought about when he dug graves to earn money. They stacked sixty bodies in the shed that winter the ground froze hard.   Flashforward to a half-century later.  Now, bodies are stacked in refrigerated trucks parked behind morgues.  They wait for loved ones to mourn them during this pandemic time.

Indelible Allegra once told me You carry sadness in your eyes,   She was sure there were stories To tell in the way women can That meander to love and men.   I buried that sadness deep, But sadness seeks sadness And she drew it up As one might sip some sweet drink.