Hawaii Teaches Us the Truth
The thought of love as a manicured lawn
Is more a maniac’s idea than real.
This explicates why marriage rules are drawn
Up mincingly by gods and men who feel
That actualities must be ignored.
These legislators manicure the turf
And tamp it down pretending that accord
Will issue. Love is more like men who surf
The waves off Waikiki in winter time.
The swells lift up and send us shooting down
Great walls of water making thrilling rhyme
With passion. Love is life’s shoot the curl crown.
Love will never be a patch of straight-edge
Grass. Our loves are volcanos, not a hedge.