B.Z. Niditch: poem
ESPLANADE
Some have bodies in the sun
are landscaped or nudes
when visions and passions
give way to colonial statues
a lost child on the deck chair
leans away from the poker players
while a gentleman all in Sunday white
with a stolen picture Bible
escapes to forbidden pleasures
on a bed of green leaves
near a path of wine bottles
and under the hooded bridge
where the caressing river
darkens the underbranch daylight
near a paradise of boats
heated in limbo
two shadows near the sea
take in each other's burnished lives.