Freedom of Travel

For one whole day, we travelled in desolate seashores

Boats swimmers a red landmark a naked woman

the excavator is wrapped in a large snow-white nylon

a hotel with an arcade under the trees. A yellow bird

looked elsewhere it vanished its shadow nailed on the road Then

drops of fish blood appeared on the marble staircase The woman

was frightened. Children shouted by the sea Even making

love is tiring

Until evening comes with faint lights to windows and ships

amid a deep somehow sad lightness contented by the blue void

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