Silhouettes on expression,
faceless to the crowds,
as they gather for puppets
and parades in masks about town.
Rising fumes of amber and myrrh,
lost to a sea of jasmine, as the
marketers sell tanned leather
and fur.

Lavender eyes beneath sunglasses
Time moves to the skip of the record
as anonymity passes.
A perfect face without trace of wrinkle
but with a hint of sunburn numbs
like medication in large doses
Men scowling and looking down
through their elegant noses.

Patience inspires midday ripples
as the carafe of wine at lunch
starts to tipple. The room dances
in a dizzying display of exposed
flesh and hidden faces
We shall go walking by the shore
and we'll drop in a few stones
Watching the water disturbed.