of the first among the townsfolk's women to welcome back
your gaucho legend to the South Breton seaboard.
Burnt sienna pasture enflames the mussel-blue skies
of pebble-sized hail and the light that creams our chimneys.
how the Martinique sun swirled cadmium-yellow
around your palette. Remind us of the swagger you cut
through Creole society. Give us what we secretly crave:
wholesale lascivious lushness, green as a ripening love-apple.