The high midsummer sun
pinpoints the blush collared dove's cushioned flight,
in a sky as blue as the pools that punctuate
the terracotta townscape shelving down
upon the Mediterranean.
After a fine and fun
alfresco lunch, we paddle out of sight;
our torsos ferried, as though we’ve no girth or weight,
by the gift of effortless propulsion –
tournesols, girasols, sonnenblumen...