Diamond Head

The dusty blooms of June

Gone so soon in a gale

I once walked through Diamond Head

After a typhoon

I arrived on the island

After the deluge

All of the blossoms were on the ground

Entire trees had fallen down, power was out

I arrived afterward but saw the residue

The evidence, what the thing did

But not the thing itself

Ideas dissipate into things

like a dream in the morning.

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Bill Gillard is a refugee from the high cost of living in his ancestral homeland of New Jersey. He lives in Appleton, teaches English at the University of Wisconsin, and considers Doctor Who in front of a roaring fire on a cold night a romantic date. So far, his wife agrees, bless her soul.