The Red Balcony
Standing on the red balcony
a palm tree nearby,
green branches touching the window,
overlooks the ocean.
A crash; the salty air
brings a cool breeze
the humid heat abated.
A faint music,
the crash of waves,
croak of coquis
more beautiful
than any album,
“sounds of Hawaii,”
a tourist attraction.
The air, humid, heavy
full of life
the smell of plumerias
with every breath
In the front, more pine,
Orchids, avocados, lilikoi.
Guava, Hibiscus, mangoes.
So much fruit, flowers.
More than you know
what to do with.
Still, we have no cedar.
We have ample substitute.
Between, the forest.
Pine, guava, orchid
all fighting for supremacy
for the sun.
Little do they know
There is enough
For all of them.
Meanwhile, a lilikoi falls
cracks against the rock
the color of the cut,
orange and yellow,
oozing from the tough
flesh of the fruit.
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