Burning the candle at both ends, you escaped
From the flawed and sprawling city
With its buildings yawning and stretching in the mist;
Its screeching tyres drowning out your many voices
And when you set foot on this hallowed turf
Seduced by the freedom of native tongues–
Birds, bees, squirrels, trees–
Touching you through their ungagged phrases
Fresh and unscripted
Like the wind across the postcard lake
Ransacking your mind, my love,
With random memories
Kicking sand on curious faces
Surfing the waves, seeking your gaze.
An evocative and insightful work delivered with the author’s customary aplomb.
Thank you very much, Louis.