A Day With A Friend

Last year a wrote a poem about a friend of mine. It starts out talking about us driving to Hilo, which is on the Big Island of Hawaii (or the island of Hawaii, but that gets confusing). Hilo, for those of you who don't know, is one of two large cities on the Big Island (the other being Kona) and my friend Brett and I would drive down to Hilo a few days a week to play ultimate frisbee. There weren't a lot of places on the Big Island to play and Hilo offered the best games so naturally it was fun to go down; however, Hilo was also a little more then an hour away. This of course led me to not always wanting to go down, when we didn't go down we'd usually either stay at my house in Waimea and play video games, or go to Brett's house in Kona and play video games. Those were much simpler times. As well with those video games we had these fun things called "stupid bets" we mainly called them stupid bets cause, well, because they were stupid. They mostly revolved around us asking out girls and that type of thing. We actually still do stupid bets, but they aren't quite the same since Brett can't harass me about asking out a girl.
I particularly like this poem because it sets up the light hearted feeling of the events early with the rhyme of down with town and then ends up with very simple language at the end with lots of repetitions. I tried to really edit this poem the other day and found that I really like how it is.

A Day With A Friend

How about another drive down
to Hilo Town.
or maybe
We’ll just stay home,
making stupid bets
about things we only
wish we would do.

and
I’ll visit you.
and
you’ll visit me.

and maybe
we’ll each grow up,
a little bit,
on the way.

Copyright 2007 William Curb