The new developments are bright
timid at the water’s edge all round
the bay below: the image fast and loud.
eagerly the fresh paint and sharp lines
are tangled in the window of our train.
Done already now the gardens lurk behind
the glitter of the rock along the shore
edgy geometrics: like the sparkle of a fish.
The moment brings a cloud and outs the light
burned and tired boulders in the slick
suck at it and drool back in the swirl.
The bay has offered up the sky to buyers
sure to soften thresholds with the work-a-day
the image flashes off like a television set.