Poetry

In the afternoon the light was blinding
the sun had a bright belligerence
and to it I had some indifference
as on the white beach I saw a strange thing.
I saw a girl every now and then watching,
there was no kind of interference
in the afternoon.
 
To a female friend she was whispering
and they both did bring some inference,
had a kind of modesty, a deference
but did I find them both very striking
in the afternoon.