Driftwood

Plutocrats,  pirates,

Femmes fatales -

Momentum trade, 

No rationale.

Unwinding now -

Atoms and energy

Tugged by the tide;

The stars engulf

A desert island -

Tahitian-French cafe,

A farewell chat with Belinda

On the driftwood island pier -

An intricate idyll,

Buried treasure,

Almost

Unremembered.

Gold is a maguffin -

Adventure is the thing.

Gulls wheel in the rain over Bouville,

Flint on his deathbed sings.