Place names

by Julia Wieting
E. Manoa, I know you.  We stay
touching: I slept in your shade, fought
your wind.  Rain wet my hair
as I cycled home to Pinau
where I found myself loving.
A place to live in, inroad.  
You have a name?  Earnest?
Go ethe, to where the sun 
rises to an also where
over Lake Michigan light
flakes blue off glass.  A better
word for windows, chips.
Scales.  Brindle the sky
like a long mo'o tail lying
kited along the st. 
-ave, an expression
greeting or farewell ave 
Hello route.  Good
be with you
me where I am.