I am on the beach in Biarritz

It is a hot day

The beach is crowded

Beaches are strange places

Where without shame

Hundreds of people gather

Together and enjoy similar recreations

Even though there are semi naked

I must write a paper on the subject

As it interests me a great deal

But for now I am waiting for Lola

Who is over ten minutes late

She is visiting the Chagall exhibition

And has probably been delayed

I have decided that I like this beach

As although busy it is strangely still

In the distance I can see Lola

She is dressed for the office

And not the beach

I will suggest a swim

She is carrying a grey tote bag

I do hope that she has the prints

As I adore Chagall and his vision

We are sharing a bath

Lola and I have hung

The Chagall prints and are happy

I do find large baths agreeable

Lola has closed her eyes

As the day has been rather long

This poem is unfinished

I have no plans

t

o complete this

poem

As I am leaving Biarritz

On the morning train