Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
is one of those places
I feel like I should hate
on account of its many hotel towers and tourists--
Like Las Vegas or Disneyland--
except that I love it.
I love looking at the faded green hills
and Diamond Head off in the distance.
The aquamarine water
and bright yellow catamarans;
the candy-pink umbrellas dotting the beach
in front of the old Royal Hawaiian Hotel.
Even the throng of oiled bodies on the sand
and high-rise buildings that crowd the shore
take on a warm, pastel glow
under the Hawaiian sun,
like figures in a vintage postcard.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
It’s that time of year again.
There’s a panicked attempt
to tie one of Dad’s real bow-ties
per an instructional video on YouTube
which proves too difficult
and is abandoned for Plan B:
the faux, pre-tied version.
in shiny rented formalwear
posing for pictures
with long-legged, glossy-haired girls
who exceed their dates in sophistication
The customary exchange
of corsages and boutonnieres,
the parental admonitions to
have fun and be safe,
and the flurry of goodbyes
as the kids all leave for the dance.
There, again, is the lump
that lodges somewhere between my throat and heart
at seeing my boys dressed up like young men,
rehearsing for adulthood.