Genoa way,
March 1887,
proximate to a bay:
through a slit
between housebacks
pink, ochreous and green,
between which
lines slung
on which
fisherwives' patched
panties hung,
dreamy Thomas Hardy
snatched
his first view
of god-endowed Mediterranean's
classic blue.
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