III.
(Le plage a Gruissan)
Monday, Bastille Day, 14 July.
From the high hill above the final village
I saw your steely green eyes.
All the warm beer and girl’s beauty
Like a quiz.
Pages standing,
Hands falling
In the sable sand
In the steel green sea.
Evening hums with motors and shimmering heat.
Little waves splash in constant rhythm.
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