ENDGAME

clouds pile up around the orange sky

as the middle of the sea scuds by             

palm fronds rustle in the rising breeze

which echoes off the ocean trees

 

limpid pool-blue faces frame the world

from which languid evening is unfurled

as circuses of sailing light

curl the island into night

 

air the tint of coral flows

around us on the wave’s long close

jungled with the tides of birds

as the silent island empties into words

 

Kailua

May 6th, 2014

 

NOTES ON ENDGAME