Magritte clouds glide over Everton-dark sea,
hastened by gusts that sway
coconut palms from their roots
while waves and waxed moon
deliver sound and light.
Fine sand rises from the beach,
tablefuls of windy Eurobourgeois
scuttle for sanctuary indoors, where
uninvited muzakicians purloin their attention.
They do not see the trees burning across the bay.
Bryan Murphy is a translator who currently lives and works in Turin, Italy. His own words have recently appeared in The Hiss Quarterly, The View From Here, Transparent Words and The Camel Saloon.