Fronds

You trades that blow us
Spinning like simple pieces
Of the trees in gusts
Of photosyntheses,

Limbs that must
Escape their boughs,
Waves that ache to swim
Beyond their liquid limbo

From continents two seas
Away, as the clouds close down
On us and the pain increases,
Walling off the moan

And whistle of the blind,
The airs and poses
Of disease, the hazy mind
And tempting whisper

Of the evening breeze,
The clap and batter
Of the shore, hold us close

To the beaches where we are,
Far away from the bloodless ghosts
That our lush worlds mar.

May 4th, 6th, 7th, 2025, Kaiholu