there are as many
as there are leaves
on the tree
yet all of them
are like a
wind
that blows
for no
reason
there are as many
as there are leaves
on the tree
yet all of them
are like a
wind
that blows
for no
reason
is a delicate
word like a lace
kerchief or a
hand-written
note it also
means as it says
its beauty
like a balloon
floats above
sentiment and
is
I awoke
to the
mirrored
image of
Diamond Head
once a spectacle
aging and green
it gives a sense
of morality
a basin
nestles
houses
looking
like an
amphitheatre
house tops
loom like
spectators
oceans edge
stand giants
moored in
sand they tower
above the palms
creating shadows
of danger
eclipsing
sun and moon
and I
but a speck
on his
shoes
In Hawaii
my home
is built on
stilts and
overlooks
a canyon of
houses
trees of leafy
green overgrow
gardens all
wild now like
animals
the street lamps
like orange
pearls dot
darkness
the breeze
is smooth
like custard
It’s night
my back
is to you
as I sit
and stare
at the moon
sheets
were fresh
snow hours
ago become
drifts you
lay naked
embracing
a pillow
like a life-jacket
my eyes
can’t shut
when I see
you there
a child
exhausted
by a day
at the
beach