At Waikiki

At Waikiki I love to catch much of an ocean breeze under the palm trees To greet ‘Aloha’ to the rising sun on east Diamond Head To sip a cup of senior discount McCafe on a street-side bench To join a citizen tossing crumbles for fish’ and birds’ snack To gaze on sluggish cargo ships offshore and buzzing flights in the sky To admire a herd of maroon surfers on the silvery surges To walk alongside with Ala Wai canal chiming the crew rowing a canoe To brush drops on the head of a sudden shower in broad daylight To draw a colorful rainbow spanning the misty valley beyond the sea To sniff the plumeria of lei in the stalls by Kalakaua Ave. and Kapiolani park To relish a creamy dish of poi and a heaped spoonful shaved-ice To print my steps on the sands and disperse the foam on the beach To look on the hula dancers with waving hands and singing Alohaoe To have a sweet chat with curious tourists from all over the world To be a romantic promenader in couples strolling along the seashore To revel in a tone and tempo of strings pricked of ukulele To bid farewell to the gorgeous sunset over the horizon To watch splendid fireworks on every Friday event in Sheraton To stroll around for touting window-shop till the mall opens To count elysian, bright stars in the full-moon night To have a dream in dreaming islands of Oahu, Hawaii I love to exclaim “Mahalo, Waikiki!”, most of all