Amy Cuneo

Lahaina Wife

Hibiscus: vital, clear
Love me. Loud bright
Stamen straight
Long and trumpeteered

No one names her needy,
A brazen bush of barely
Laced up beauty

Her subtle score is nil (and not interested)
I first met her on the ear of a Hawaiian wife
In a life lived but did not follow
Husband - Irish, worshipped her
as she strung clothes on line
brown and electric, orange and lime

His eye would wander
roll the fence to ours,
Girls twenties and testing
Singing the breeze Ah!
all the blood seize
Colour collects, stolen from bees
when she would simmer down the stairs
Basket hips
Oblivious lips
Flowers - hibiscus - in her hair