Maui Buon Natale
It’s three days until All Hallow’s Eve.
Whaler’s Village sprouts faux Christmas trees
festooned with surfboards, starfish,
purple and white orchid sprays.
Ukulele versions of traditional carols
plink from boardwalk speakers.
Humidity infuses radiating heat,
saturates wilting tourists.
White egrets blizzard downward
to jungle underbrush, soggy lawns.
Rotund doves replace partridges,
perch among plumeria limbs.
Afternoon trade winds carry gardenia perfume
between lithe palms and guest cottages.
Outrigger paddlers in poinsettia print swim trunks
dip and pull oars, glide above coral reefs.