Panoramic view on the sea
In the direction of the diminishing brightness of burnt orange and pink,
Your red bellows curve to catch the air fresh with brine
to dry the wet wool socks clipped to the line,
and propel your wunderkrammer forward.
Cross-legged in your cabin, leather fingers softly clamping
a cigarette- smoke rising,
the last of the warm colors of today pass over the skin of your
eyelids, and the mystery of night's bright black stars pull at your heels.