B A L E A R I C
by Hugh O'Donnell (12/10/2005)
Beneath the blazing orb
he rubs
the little clump of snow –
so fresh and fragile
from far-flung forest
fringes.
Those Nordic, ivory-tipped
toes sparkle
beside the twinkling water’s
edge.
Silence – broken only by her listless
tap-tap-tappings;
a boredome I would
gladly endure
on an afternoon
oozing
away.
