I was recently invited to be part of a poetry circle. Flattered and suitably awed, I stuck it out for

White are the starched robes of the priests, white the fluttering masks as they pray in perfect cadence, one voice

That white house lived under blue skies and its best friend was a pretty nellikai tree. It nestled by the

The whole world is divided over this innocuous little scrap, of cloth or plastic or some space age material, its

I dreamt of cooking last night. Cooking a meal in my kitchen for an old friend. A friend who nowadays