By Peter Halstead

Clouds as far away as Waikiki
Captured for posterity

In a dowdy magazine:
Blowing palms, surreal green,

Every waving chloroplast
Focused on the faded past,

Subjects Photoshopped by mold
Lost inside the center fold,

Future oceans in the void
Invented by a Polaroid,

Deepened by the withered page,
Colors pointed by old age,

Royal palms bright with bleach,
Close-up places out of reach,

As the ocean, washed out, dull,
Frames the future of a gull,

A memento of the passé sea
Exposed too early to infinity.

Tropics Bar, Waikiki
June 11th, 2008, 2:37 P.M.