La Clé de la Femme

Beneath the cyprus squint-eyed bandits watch

The far off sparkle of salty air

Once more imagining the wilderness

Unspoiled, barbarous, luxuriant

Nearby, painted toes glide between peculiar vines

A crown of poppies bounces on hilltops

Dancing sweetly in maniacal bliss

To a ballad of the birds and the breeze