Bare feet test troubled waters.
Remnants of an afternoon invasion,
Ruined sand castles occupy the beach.
The sea reaches for the sun
A gentle haze rises on tiptoes,
Dusty fingers itching and reaching
Until the day slips away behind the Maures.
In darkness her waters are flat, smooth, brooding
Barely moving in silent glides.
Harbor lights point to now and never,
Reflecting, as stars twinkle forever.
Morning comes without warmth or colors
Wrapped in a dirty flannel sky.
Reach no more whispers sea grass
On thick brownish slippers.
The Med slowly washes the jetties
One more pebble, one more sigh.
From Africa flows a breeze.