The Return Poem by Kirby Wright

The Return



A gray wing vibrates the sky Between California and Hawaii. Below, the ocean corrugates. The shadows of clouds Float the purple surface. There are ghosts in the water Whispering about us As if they know who we are. An island looms like a continent, Its volcanic cone Rising above the clouds. I am almost home.

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Kirby Wright

Kirby Wright

Honolulu, Hawaii
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