Well, it’s past day 90. What this means specifically, I don’t know.
I recently wrote a love letter…
…a love letter to Maui…you see, once upon a time, Portland, OR was my boyfriend and then it was Austin, TX, but I have to say Maui is so culturally-diverse, mild-natured, and relaxed (one bumper sticker reads, “Make poi, not war” and another says, “Relax, this isn’t the Mainland”), that I couldn’t help but be inspired to eke out a poem:
A Pastry Paradise Day
A pastry paradise day of Hawai’i,
Everywhere upwards a blue, cream-puffed sky.
The world unfolds before her with a sunny cloud overhang,
With azure-green mille-feuilled sheets and white-ruffled sand,
Whose dark heads sprinkle the waves again and again.
The Maui air cleanses her from head-to-toe-to-soul,
On this fish-shaped isle, how God plays to decorate the dough.