Waikiki Beach
is one of those places
I feel like I should hate
on account of its many hotel towers and tourists--
Like Las Vegas or Disneyland--
except that I love it.
I love looking at the faded green hills
and Diamond Head off in the distance.
The aquamarine water
and bright yellow catamarans;
the candy-pink umbrellas dotting the beach
in front of the old Royal Hawaiian Hotel.
Even the throng of oiled bodies on the sand
and high-rise buildings that crowd the shore
take on a warm, pastel glow
under the Hawaiian sun,
like figures in a vintage postcard.