an old man descends by car
Down the summer island roads and
All’s there: the sea and dust,
Sun and salt, he tirelessly
floats and the invisible megaphone
fills the glowing heat with cheap
Maltese songs, he
descends the island
at one speed
I am Lawrence of Arabia
- but what disturbs this
bright picture as it lasts
and where did the sweat come from
underneath the white shirt