Samurai Serenader

Strolling incongruity

Samurai serenader,
unsheathes his guitar,

patrols the evening beach at Nice;

overhead the airlines come and go

flaring in sunset afterglow;

sun reddishes and purples horizons of

peacefulness and pleasure

waves timeless as Homer’s
rolling new this night

up the stone
froth their azure challenge:

Make sense of this, . . .
Tourist.