I came here just for fun, I thought,

For Sundays at the Banyan Court,

For what was then a smaller dream,

An umbrella drink, some 

Dunes, a coral wall, and rum,

Underneath the palmate shade,

Worlds of bougainvillea

Spilling down a tamarind,

Hauling skies and running wind,

The things that adolescents

Hope to reap from hints

Of surf and tide,

An afternoon of brides

Bathed in ocean’s parting ion:

Your marriage at the Royal Hawaiian.


The way I hoped to be

Reflected in the chrome,

My life in retrospect,

An old photograph at home,

What we’d all expect

Enlarged by Kodachrome,

Where ancient worlds stop

At last, to answer if the swap

Of age and reason

Can justify a single season,

Can live up to

Its cardboard hype: if the sun, 

In fact, came true,

And if the calmest ocean 

Would as promised open 

Like the inflorescence of an orchid -

Would happen as predicted

By the flowers and the furies,

As Xeroxes make copies,

Because of nothing that I did,

Because of sand, because of breeze.