A GREEN FLASH

If it still had sparkled

I would have brought you there,

But even then, the air

Had changed, the tide pulled

 

Up, and the metallic sheen

That made its flash appear

To be a perfect mirror

Of the calm bay’s opaline

 

Had dulled; it was nothing but,

In its less than brilliant guise,

Not an echo of the deeper skies,

But just a wet, green coconut.