These days our village sounds to me
like a giant ocean shell
uncorked
between ventricles of hippocampi,
and foaming with chilled Korbel.

Is this a fin de siècle or what ?
An ex-princess ovulated a kumquat –
the royal palms in Beverly Hills
felt no longer at ease,
and dropped their crown on sidewalks;
prime news blamed a mysterious disease.

Not only that –
I spy
cute pompom chips from Intel
in a kalalau valley bonsai.