Chioggia Calm
I thank you, saxophone player.
An arc of plane-smoke links you to the
moon
sliver crescent.
Westward hotel row
Ugly edges softened,
bathed in pink.
Your music calms the beach
Lessening the disco
there where the teenagers gather
evening swimmers
children, grandparents, young men.
Lighted ship slowly traverses the grey-haze
harbour
Mosquitoes bite but let them feed!
Your music mingles with the waves' lapping
-
In tune.
