bitter melon

i need you here
among cattleya orchids in celadon vases.
my lacquered spoons and ivory chopsticks
are silent on golden rests.
i envy that frail old lady
nodding patiently in the company of bright eyes
that peep over bowls of steamed rice;
or that surly gauche noveau-rich peasant
who dines with honorable wife and first concubine.

tonight
in this grandiose palace-garden,
i dine alone on green tea
and bitter melons.


26 aug 1995 rev 12jun2016
honolulu hawaii