In their proper season all things burn,

As the frozen streets of winter yearn


For summer shores, as the star that clarifies

The bracing lawns of fall eventually dies


So that shoots can rise again in springs,

Lost skies pounding from the wings


That in their shimmer bare

The skeletons of planets in the air,


As now we focus on their crown but wish,

All things this evening being evenish,


For the heat to change, the sun to drown,

For leave to rain, and cloud come down.


Ala Moana Mall, Honolulu

July 23rd, 2008