It all looks lazy from underneath the parasol
the sun with no energy to chase the clouds
seagulls slouching on railings
the trolley-bus makes quite a fuss but even that
is good-natured,

if all is well then something's wrong
I learnt this long ago.

there must be a hurricane bringing in rain
or a typhoon hitting land soon
there might be an earthquake when
everything ends,

the moon and I are old friends
she
always calms me down.