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.
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