Figs, lemons, almonds and holidaymakers,
the fronds of palms and those fierce plants
whose sharp extrusions in place of leaves,
so uncompromisingly rigid and pointed,
could pierce the heart with a dagger thrust,
like the imagined, feared loss of your only child,
here in this arid, heated beauty nourished
by varieties of liquidity, these green and red
inclines about the bay’s gigantic encircling,
its blue line floating below the sky’s clouded
elevation, above those trees that distance makes
resemble shrubs. And there amidst the haze,
its intermittent glitter, one small boat
with white sails, apparently motionless.
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