Jet-lag-sedated in a wicker rocking chair,
Lazy-gazing, bemused and transfixed,
At the colorful tropical human
Cocktail, being stirred and mixed,
By the common urge to roam within,
The veteran colonnaded lobby, full
Of various shades of untanned skin,
Bulging T-shirt, flowered dress,
All aloha-urged toward their leisure,
In the Trade Winds' caress,
Hurry, the luau drums starting,
Hibiscus, pork, and mindlessness...
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(Note: This is a revised version of a poem written on May 17, 2012)