Yome

The bride who walks down Waikiki
Culls the sand for history,

Weighing in the breaker’s spume
The merits of the skinny groom

With a littoral who’s who
Of the many and the few,

A dress parade of flesh
Where lust and true love mesh,

Bodies proffered by the bay
Where the sheer exuberance of spray

Makes the hazy future free,
If we see it in the sea.

June 27th, 2006, 3:41–4:33 p.m.
Waikiki

March 28th, 2024
Kaiholu