alarm clock marimba, the early bird warble
whispering sunlight beginning to roam
open the window, breathe in the new air
the night, fait accompli, on the way home
warm up the car, engine now ticking
your hand on my thigh, next to me here
garden flowers waving a goodbye
crawling along, in au revoir gear
picking up, cruising along by the beach
off-and-on sun through flickering tree
half-angry sea hitting the breakwater
the scavenging, bickering bird bonhomie
enjoying the sea, the Mercedes warm hum
windows open, we are eating the breeze
pit-stop café, a cup of black coffee
cheap chair, cracked plate, croissant en prise
on the beach walking, the sand soft and warm
a boutique horizon of pink, orange, cerise
of salt spray aroma, the hiss of the surf
of the gentle arousing of the half-languid breeze
