A Blind Eye

By Peter Halstead

Women whom the sun lays bare,
Offended by the café’s stare,

Complicit in it my own sight
(Blinded by the island’s open light),

A world outraged to look at me
Mapping what in turn I see,

Horizons polarized by surf, by spume,
By the sirens that such looks exhume,

Forgive my doltish conjugation
Of your anabasis

With, no matter how mistaken,
My myopic glasses.

June 11th, 2008

Rue de Varenne
June 15th, 2008