RECUERDO All Night on the Ferry

--after the oranges

Today as the streets poured across the morning
the occupants snoring, doodling, achooing,
I thought of the reasons for writing.  Alone,
at the side of the road there was a mirror,
the earth in habitual glance over there,
a sunshine delivering habitable air.
in the power of my hindsight imploring,
watching as it withstood the afternoons
when busy as usual the chiding
arose from tongues of alabaster glowing
the victuals of the hatred the main thing
came to their hyperbole quickly
which quality forebodes of the day
wreckage of temperaments darker than grey
they pillaged as they walked away, away
the oranges all that we had to say.