A Blind Eye

Women whom the sun lays bare,
Offended by the café’s stare,

Complicit in it my own sight
(Blinded by the island’s open light),

A world outraged to look at me
Mapping what in turn I see,

Horizons polarized by surf, by spume,
By the sirens that such looks exhume,

Forgive my doltish conjugation
Of your anabasis

With, no matter how mistaken,
My myopic glasses.

Waikiki
2:22–2:35PM
June 11th, 2008

Rue de Varenne
June 15th, 2008