Kona

In the car, on the freeway,
anywhere you go,
raven-colored, pokey rocks
surround you with chalk-white rocks
spelling out
“I love you, Mom!”
or “Nancy hearts Matt”
like ants on a log.
Widely spaced resorts,
two miles away from each other,
like bickering brothers
Property signs dot the land
like cars in New York.
Daisies in a field
“For Sale, Will Be Gone Soon!”
            Now:
Magnificent, all natural Kona.
            Next:
Spacey, state-of-the-art timeshares
With two meter backyards.

by Savanna Rafto
8th grade, Punahou School