Outside the Sea

The wind blows in through the palms from the East Sea. The turtle doves and humming birds scatter like buckshot As the cows approach. In the rafters above, a hundred mice and their charges, too small to be seen, scurry away From the waking bats. Outside a man with a white stick preaches about injustice And how the world is wrong. Me? I’m just glad to be here, waiting for your perfume.