PALM TREES

Palm trees are my business;

Your lizard green against the blue

The line of work I miss

When forced to live without you,

 

Without the breeze and ocean waves

That shape my nights, the clatter

In the blowing dark that saves

Me from the dreams that matter

 

In the madness of the day,

When the world’s reversed, 

And the deeper hopes that play

With us in sleep are burst,

 

Falling to the ground in lifeless

Proof that reality is small disguise

For a time when people kiss

And tell their futures in the skies.

 

July 4th, 2006

Kailua

 

NOTES ON PALM TREES