—© Lozan Yamolky
On the bark of the mighty banyan trees, inscriptions
of a hurting native soul
send shivers down your spine.
Near a high end eatery,
a homeless man lies in deep sleep, covered with a blanket.
On the sidewalk of the famous Honolulu strip, an
elderly woman walks
with all of her life’s possessions
in a shopping cart.
In the most prestigious hotel
a single mother works,
barely getting by;
yet she smiles so sweetly.
In the most pristine, ancient forest,
tourists toss trash with little regard.
At a beautifully landscaped intersection
cars wait for traffic lights to turn green;
while a beggar in a wheelchair,
with his head down, holds a sign that reads:
“Iraq war veteran,
The massive, spectacular waves cannot talk;
if they could, they would tell stories
of how many took their very last breaths seeking the thrill of just being in the
Mountains higher than skyscrapers stand tall, allowing only a few to reach their peaks;
others were not so fortunate.
Yes, even in paradise my friends,
there is trouble!
(From my debut book: I’m No Hero
Published in 2016 by Silver Bow Publishing)