Of Pono (in the style of Mary Oliver)

He was a man,
he struggled to remain a man with purpose gone.
Maui sunsets, the green muslin of night,
the yellow, pink, cool, and blue of mornings,
the heat and turmoil of the tourist riddled day
took their toll.
But finer cloth prevailed
and poa annua greens,
and bermuda fairways,
and pars and birdies and beers and even bogies 
expunged the need for purpose
and implanted the purpose of Palmer.

-Pono