XLIV
The vermilion globe of the sun -
An oily golden sea
Embraced by arms of concrete
No longer wild and free.
A gentle swell enhances
The fiery death of the sun
With delicate pastel colours
The evening show has begun.
The heavens are evenly banded -
Light lemon, pale peach, blush pink.
The sky's light blue background
Is tinted with coloured ink.
The colours deepen and darken
The sky turns indigo blue
With a diamond flash in the gathering gloom
Sirius sparks into view.
Tropical sunsets are brief -
All too soon darkness falls.
There's another performance tomorrow
Make sure of your seat in the stalls.
Cuffe Parade, Colaba.
This stage is now occupied by tower blocks.
To RJM and WM
February 1988
