A BLIND EYE

Women whom the sun lays bare,

Offended by the café's seaward stare,

 

Complicit in it my own sight

(Blinded by the island's see-through light),

 

A world outraged to look at me

Mapping what in turn I see,

 

Horizons polarized by surf, by spume,

By the sirens that such looks exhume,

 

Forgive my doltish conjugation

Of your anabasis

 

With, no matter how mistaken,

My myopic glasses.