Bermuda

Richard Butler Glaenzer

Once,
Shoulders bare to the sun,
You carved cameos upon the sea-
Crisp white on milky blue,
Like Wedgwood.

 Now
You lie listless,
In a robe of green velvet
Gorgeously flowered-
Fee of the fickle winds.

  So,
In a monotony of loveliness,
You dream of the past-
An artist
Who conceived a masterpiece,
Repeated and repeated it;
And has nothing more to give.