Hanafuda Moon

Hanafuda  Moon

you gaze down at me

Orion 

hovers above

sitting

on Tutu’s front porch, 

bathing in silver moon and starlight

waiting patiently 

for hanami, 

when the cherry blossoms in Waimea town 

turn the trees

mochi pink and bubble gum red

a pueo, 

the hunter of the night,

screeches past 

laughing

at the Hanafuda Moon.