Frisson

Lines To And From Wallace Stevens

Ongoing the faint eroticism
Of palm trees rustling in sea breeze

Salt flecked yet innocent of scent
A few pale gulls at the horizon

The actuary of sense heeds
And annotates the ruffling swirl

Of the twirling cloud skirts 
Of the dream girl fortune who shares

Implacable eyes with all manner of raptors
The breeze, the breeze, the restless breeze

Rooted sentinel palm trees keep their posts
Furtive rustling fronds become 

Green elephant ears silhouetted on the sky
This procession is mantic and still