Maybe the falling snow is a frozen Pacific
by Meta Sarmiento
Maybe the falling snow is a frozen Pacific
come back to say Hello.
Håfa Adai, Kamusta,
Anak?
The same Sun that feeds the seeds
of Evergreen peaks I now call home
Sun that burns past the shores of Coconut Trees where I was born
Sun that bleaches the Coral that gave my childhood color.
When will the boiling be hot enough
for the smokestacks to cease?
For the billion-dollar dealmakers to see?
Even the Ocean is on fire.
