Nina

Don't worry, Nina, I'll give you a real birthday present as soon as I get some cash. But this was something I did write for your birthday last Sunday. Happy birthday.

Frangipani trees

Blossom ever prettier

As the years go by

But to hell

With forms and

Sweetness

And insights on haikus

And tree metaphors

I'mma pay my tribute

My compliments

Just as free as you make me feel

You go, girl friend

Author's Note

I know. "You go, girl friend" will never sound right.