Ramets
(like girls among the swaying lallong are
possible),
so many trees beside the Rainforest Walk
each with an obliging sign: yes, towering above us
the "Ficus," damn, same Ficus from the office--call me Alice--
must be a real tree dream
(back at the hotel, my boss asleep by the pool undisturbed,
while the huge Buddha watches
an open door that gives on an empty room
where a placard propped on a tripod welcomes the Cardinal):
