Auntie Sume

Cluttered plantation home,
painted by red dirt,
with history.

Old car dusted with
li hing powder.
Splashing clouds of rust.

Standing on Hage point,
twenty-foot-long pole in your hand.
Shrimp bait sticking to your fingers
like mochi on chopsticks.

Your skin preserved by sea spray.
Your hair washed grey from salt and dust.
Your face, a crinkled piece of faded paper.
Your eyes like shadows
concentrated in two small spheres.
Pale rose petals,
folded in origami lips.
Ocean currents flow in your veins.

by Heather Zane
8th grade, Punahou School