The monstrous, bird speckled “two-ton” T.V.,
...screen dark, void of life,
...rests on the sidewalk.
A new flat screen replaced the bulk
...beaming in the endless abundance
...of trivial.

Plastic cups and Mickey D bags,
...contents having quenched the thirsts
...and filled the bellies,
...clutter the apartment drive.

The beggar sleeps soundly on the walk,
...as tourists pass by–
...some gawk and others pretend not to see.

All, no longer wanted,
...no longer needed.

Comments: Walking to my favorite park for early morning Tai Chi in Waikiki, I saw an abandoned TV on the sidewalk. The basic concept of the poem developed as I walked onward passing a homeless man asleep on the street. Following practice, I sat on a bench looking out over Waikiki beach and wrote the draft. Sadly, I also thought of the disposable society we have become.

Ahh . . .

Roaring, rolling iridescent turquoise, aquamarine blue
...snowcapped with boiling white
...pound onto the milky sand.
The view of the endless sea
...is interrupted by mountainous forest greens
...and scattered reds of southwest Maui.
Waving palms greet passersby
...as sounds of minor birds
...permeate the air.
The luxuriant perfumes
...of the Islands
...create their magic.
Ahh. . .life! Ahh. . .peace!

Comments: Nothing deep but a bit of relief from the serious poem above. On an early morning walk along the Maui shore, I jotted notes which later became this poem.