Brimful


Seaforths in monochrome
Vanish into sunny wars,
A variant on walking tours
Gone upon alone.

Reissued
Bound in cheerful cloth
I set out westward, 
Bicycling the best of Myles

Breath-awayed
By Dante and the Lobster,
Held motionless
By the spears of the little gate. 

Halfway to Paris!   I lean on the rail
Lit by the luminous wake.