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.