I I took a walk in La Goulette yesterday, From the “Bridge of the Casino” to the port. The things I beheld on my shiny way So simple they were, here is a report: II Sea snakes under a blue bridge did frolic As hardware stores displayed paint in their windows. The water snakes performed some dance symbolic And the paint braved the dark rust from a distance. III At a green grocer’s cart a lady in jeans Sought peas, artichokes, & broccoflower; Two lovers, each tried to explain, As a cat miaoed, what love was to the other. VI And I, hastening to my liquid address, Shooting a side look at a man in a dress, Was hoping the glazing port in the White Sea* Would wash the bleeding wound in my memory.