You are sitting in your white summer dress
Behind you there is a spit of sand
Which is slowly being consumed by the incoming tide
I mention this to you
But you laugh at this violation
On the rock next to you is your pad
You are illustrating
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
For a publisher in Barnstable
You planned to do this in your studio
But as the day was so warm
You decided to sit on the swarm rocks
And finish your task
The characters of his work glow patiently as they await your brush
But for now you are sharing a sandwich with me
Made from cheese egg and watercress