an extended walk

the waning day

strikingly snub-nosed

it was wanderlust

by his ego

 

the writer’s mother

bearing stamps

his Frederic the Great

more infinity

in proud shame

the outcast was cast out

moral and immoral

 

raggle-taggle rustics

as vacant

pearls the size of cherries

shrunken almost

 

German children with French nurses

rows of long sand banks

noiselessly, on tip-toe

with beards and big teeth

glowering out

his pitched, weary face

lacking the gleam of health

regret set in

all but identical

a pale green

 

in a silk suit

 

of despites