GHOSTS

We see the air

That used to be,

Erasing everything

That’s there,

The boardwalk graced

With antique dusk,

Waikiki

Laced with flares -

All the seaside

Like with tiki,

The world restored

By human tide,

Endless waves

And gliding time

Poured

Inside the mind

Like rum,

Where memory saves

The blind reward

From last:

Beach plum

to the fading light

And on postcards

From the sanatorium,/ an ancient sun,

Best regards.

 

Lanikai

January 23rd, 2013