Shake
the beach-combed locks
and how this Spanish Plume
becomes, a vaunted
posturing of poppies..
The way is high
and undiluted.
Office blocks have melted
to a salty insignificance,
their oscillating convolutions
baked, on oven -cambers....
Catch,
her sorbet-samba glamping
apricot in sandalwood,
a paper-chasing chatelaine,
gone, daisy, down, the dockside pan.
Our Painted Lady tumble-dries
the bramble-crab, peroxide.
Her ox-eye, Andalusian tours
to rhapsodies of ice-cream vans.
Summer 2019- an exceptional season for Painted Lady butterflies