| Two Poems Matt Damsker |
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The Moment of Beautiful Gestures For Vici It was an absurd place: Much energy devoted to those Phony Cartes d'Ambassadeur. And we watched them walking, Heavy-heeled, stilleto-souled, Toward the sea of mixed green. Many paid in Grecian coin, Monkey-headed; and the mockery Of shop windows, The hired help in snakeskin, The crab mousse confectioners, Though some conspired honestly To buff the tiles clean. Too much sun, too much tinted glass, So much jaundice | In the off-lobby casino Where we snacked. And the marbled vanities Threw off the scent Of those divi-divi birds, The ones we'd wake to. The awnings, too, were slow to retract, Though you'd only push a button. And the plantings wanted water On the poured-concrete patios, While the faintest giggle drifting over From the yachts seemed Moist with overnight tears. Did we hear murmurs just before The elevator doors were drawn? I don't know. You can say. When the time came, of course, The planes were delayed.  | |||
