observation
post
I
the green
consciousness of staple crops
in
majesty overplied with baksheesh
in the
heat of the noonday sun
and the
weather reports multiplied
to a fine
vintage in the glass or board spread for a tuck-in
II
it is
also unless the cloudless sea betrays me
a mere
instance of telepathy at work
sampling
the coconut creams and dreams like that there dirk
in a
play of the Bard’s the Scots banzai