April 21, 2014
(I was 69)
For nearly one hundred years
commercial luau dancers of
Hawaii
have hula’d a traditional
program
touring the Polynesian
Islands
representing each with a
dance
punctuated with drums
and protruding tongues of
Samoans
Then the fire batons
ignite the rum in all the
mai-tais
the incense of distant
memory
the fire that dances in all
of us
It no longer matters how
genuine the tale
the repetition has married
us to the myth
The hands the feet and the
motion
convey the reality of real
dancers today
The smoke disappears to
where it always goes
and we cheer the performance
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