(From a letter to Marj Evasco, April 19, 1995)
The weather is strange today in Hawai‘i--
In the morning and night:
the winds surge suddenly, intensely;
like a typhoon, they whirl;
to the walls and gates.
Not only shaking your hearing
but even closed doors.
In the afternoon:
the sun is proud and luxuriant,
takes root in your skin,
the burn seethes, silently;
the abundant greenery blazes.
I am filled with fragant dreams.