Peach Sky
As the sun melts and settles fishermen and friends stand and sit upon the stained and smelling cobbles captured for all their eternity against a sky of clean peach Upon the canvas of which they're delicate and detailed pondering the evening or pretending to be peaceful in the liquid air listening to the indecipherable chatter of the passing clouded crowd that keeps up momentum like a river without destination only vague course The green lamp post, staring time out also has a place upon the peach sky as do the stray wisps of hair upon the head of the stillly sat girl who presumably along with the fishing men and lamp post put thought upon thought for how, could one not?
Porto, Portugal, 5th August 1994
From 'Tall Ships'