So much may depend upon a seascape
of fair-weather clouds and a lonely ship hung
behind the daylight whitened cap-come
turban taped to your benevolent smile
metaphoric notion of sea as love
and ship as lover sailing smooth so that
love is confirmed and confirmed again
above in a part-revealed summer idyll
for you to view De Hooch-like my voyeurs
from minor hall those gravy walls with map
and dim lit shelves of rough stuffed music
waiting to be shared with an unplucked cittern
and a pearl-eyed apprehensive lady
in a room smutty with slippers and broom
