The vagrant awkwardly reclined against the gaslight post And watched the waters work up the planks Obstinate to usurp further booty Carelessly neglected by the fleeting Summer ensign, Self-conscious of my crimson violet stare. The waters then coquettishly twirled And led the floating shrubs in a sensual union At which scoffed the vertiginous tobacco spume. The canoeist rowed back to the boat Across the crepuscular empire, As I retained surveillance by the world’s end.