Letter to Hawaii

Dear Hawaii,

Satin sunset and sorbetto sunrise

I’m going to miss these, but maybe that’s a surmise.

I cannot help the sinking suspicion,

It’s hard to fight this sickening supposition

That I’m leaving you in all of your glory

For a sort of purgatory.

I know eventually I’ll again reach my personal heaven,

But in the meantime, I have to go through this celestial happiness replevin?

Illinois isn’t hell and I can’t condemn it as a state,

But on this subject I don’t know how to be sedate.

But even if I’m right about this somber surmise,

At least I’ll be able to look back on my satin sunsets and sorbetto sunrises.