Abela wants to sit
and sun herself
on the beach;
I prefer the cafes
in the old city,
a book, a smoke
and a cool drink.
Others sit or lay
in the hot sun,
she says,
why not you?
You go,
I'll meet you later
in the city,
have a drink and meal
in some restaurant.
I hate being on my own.
You're not be
on your own;
there are hundreds
of other sun worshipper
there, too,
all around you.
She pulls a face,
sulks,
wanders down
to the crowded beach
with her towel
and skimpy
two-piece.
Don't blame me
if I get picked up
by some gorgeous guy,
she says,
back at me.
I watch her go,
the figure advertising
her Venus sisterhood.
I wave
and set off
for the city.
Some poor schmuck
will try his luck;
he'll not succeed;
pity.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
Abela wants to sit
and sun herself
on the beach;
I prefer the cafes
in the old city,
a book, a smoke
and a cool drink.
Others sit or lay
in the hot sun,
she says,
why not you?
You go,
I'll meet you later
in the city,
have a drink and meal
in some restaurant.
I hate being on my own.
You're not be
on your own;
there are hundreds
of other sun worshipper
there, too,
all around you.
She pulls a face,
sulks,
wanders down
to the crowded beach
with her towel
and skimpy
two-piece.
Don't blame me
if I get picked up
by some gorgeous guy,
she says,
back at me.
I watch her go,
the figure advertising
her Venus sisterhood.
I wave
and set off
for the city.
Some poor schmuck
will try his luck;
he'll not succeed;
pity.
MAN AND WOMAN AND AN OLD CITY AND BEACH IN 1972
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