Westend season

Ambling along the prom  from Knokke  to  Cap Cod ,

quick  espresso San Remo ...

 Summary in the vague .

  The testy wind has stopped whipping the sea,

the clouds have become  wise as children 

dropping anchor in the ink  of dreams ...

Today,the black attires of hearth ,

burying  the pale blue eyes of  tide ...

Breeze tired of counting the waves ,

beneath weeds and  nettles,

poppies turning into  alluviums ...

Shorelines telling us  jokes ,

drifting off the coasts of  Zelandia ...

Old wet tavern on the  lazy jetty   

smelling  mussels and dreary juniper ...

I love a bleached hair mermaid, 

musing over a fiery life

drowned in the better sweet  

of a beer mug ...