Glittering reflection shining on cool, calm waters
Extending both north and south of the shore
Old-fashioned avenues juxtaposed for show
Jutting high into the air above Étretat.
Three identical boats dock, though untethered
Pointing toward the horizon of a new day
Cellophane clouds float past in clear skies
Wishing for conscious release.
She peers out from behind the blinds
From the building on the left of the avenue
Longing for her own physical release
From oppressive natures long enslaved.
The light winks on and off intermittently
Like some kind of obscure Morse code
A flittering, fluttering butterfly, light,
Airy, floating with the drunken breeze.
A steeple rises from the center of the lane
Possibly a church or a tower stately tall
For penitents or beggars to shelter near
Begging for merciful natures to emerge.
Glittering reflection shining on rippling waters
Eyes in a face long bedaubed in tears
Staring starkly back into those hazel eyes
Until she turns away
And the scene remains.