Her father was a mathematician
Her mother sold oranges at a local fair
We had been intimate for many years
Although she shared her life with others
On her birthday she walked naked from the bath
Across a crowded room
And was applauded for her vanity
I am sitting on her harbour arm
Sipping coffee from under a pink shift
She is too busy to speak to me
But the sea is friendly today
And the breeze does not trouble me
The town is now blue
As it always is in the autumn