A LONG WALK
Searching for oysters with pearls at ebb tide,
I stumble over a bed of blue point mussels
pointing to lively excitement on the shore.
I see naked beauty drenched in garlands
of anemone, acacia and convolvulus.
Stunned by their beauty, fishermen who sail by
see the flowers as voluptuous young women
and must cover their eyes with blindfolds,
trying not to succumb to fantasies of ravaging them—
a classical temptation trap for all men.