Bermuda

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.