Canadel Cote D'Azur Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

the Cyclops and the piano

on the terrace
in the afternoon
talk of war
from the shadows

imagined they could hear
not the beat of waves
along the beach
but the sounds of stumbling feet

was it only because of their graves
those summer-visitors who'd
stayed

and now his focused gaze
as an Arabesque was played
to where
the palm-trees splayed crazed patterns
and sunlight bursts staccato
in the chill of lemonade