Stripping myths away

From shots we hoped were true,

Bleeding time from days

And stories from the view,

Sugarbirds that beat

Against the frangipani

Leave colors in the heat

Only sunglasses can see,

Versions of a scene

That only time could bring

And only beauty mean,

Songs that only records sing

And photo albums prize,

The fading Cinerama view

That old men polarize,

Whose seas break softly

As they used to do

In a different year entirely,

Whose beaches somehow lie

Where sun no longer reaches

The unaided human eye.