She, the poet, has awoken
Opens a box for you and out wafts
Such a fragrance! The
Plumeria blossom of Oahu and the
Drift of an ocean
Crashing its splendid waves
Against the black volcanic sands
I tell you, it's Tuesday in the
Botanical Gardens
When
The Orchid Man Comes.
See, the poet looks about her
And waves you over to
Stare intently into
The deep green woods
On an ancient hillside
Where two lovers
Who will not notice you
Are sealing their fate with
More than just a kiss.
Listen! The poet
Has conjured for you
A song of many delights
Rising and falling
And also, if you are alert to it
A swelling of sadness that
Is not without meaning, and
Because she dreams it,
Completes her world.
