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