Red Royal Poinciana
Summer Glory
Over the city.

Alas, students hug each other
In misery
Crying ’bout the summer
Split
That may last forever.

I grew up with sad goodbye summer songs
Along sorrowful red Poinciana.

Now, much older
I can see Poinciana’s grandeur
For I no longer
Say goodbye in summer.

How does it take me so long to see the truth?

Oh!
What truth?
Poinciana with sad goodbye songs, or
Poinciana with glorious grandeur?

I’am not even sure.

(TĐH Jan. 19, 2026)