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Love comes from swimming, not from wading;
From bending seas
Into bursting afternoons of trees
And blaring fronds, not from the fading,

Ancient sun, not the packaged wail
Of conch-shell night, but from a paradise
Of flaring waves and bouncing light,
Diamonds of the glaring skies

Flailing through the palms; not from shadows
On the terrace set against the swirls
Of tide, where drunken soldiers pose
Their backlit brides against the molten bay,

Not those dimming silhouettes of girls,
But the sudden colors of their blinding day.

March 28th, 2012, Tropics Bar, Waikiki, 4:42–6:04 PM
March 30th & April 2nd, 2012, Lanikai
April 18th, 2026, Kaiholu