End of Summer

what beneficence designs the sea
so limpid and translucent
that the lens, for one, might want
to flatten all the world around it
into one evaporating truce:
boats and palms and nets
matted in between the sets
of waves like fronds so braided
through bamboo that the wader
floats away forever with the view,
waved in opulence beyond
all grief, saved
by distant glimmers on
the summer’s fading reef

October 1st, 2019
Belgravia