The long street poles
along the promenade
cuts a right angle with the
straight line of the horizon
Carving up the Mediterranean sea
and sky into two hues of blue and green
The swirling waves crowned with white horses
hurry to the beaches
And spit similar image
in the tiny burst of clouds floating in the sky
People frolic in the beach,
beach bumming or just looking on at the waves
Cool-legged girls sun their milk and honey, soft-brown bikini bodies
that shine in the sharp Levant sun
as their black, olive curls flow at the direction of the breeze
The unrestrained breakers keep licking their toes
The waves breaking hard at the stony quay, a loud crash
is a catalyst that creates high tides in the veins of the boys of the summer
And one with passionate spontaneity
lifts a young woman he desires and plunges forward to the sea
The woman’s fleshy hips bouncing and bulging on his shoulders
until he collides against the tide…a loud splash
Drinking a cool corona and tuna pizza with fellow lunchers
softened up and slacking in the afternoon draft
that swirl the hairs of girls tying it up while caught up in their chat
A classy granny enjoying her drink with olives
and catching the waves raft
The window panes of tall buildings glint with the sun
As the afternoon give way to evening,
the sun dips fast, casting an orangy glow in the sky
Settling just for a second in the line where the sky and the sea meet
Just enough to cast a glimmer of red,
into the faces of a row of burqa clad women
until sizzling into the sea.
Kathmandu
