Midsummer Mobile

Begin by dipping your brush into clear light.

Then syncopate a sky of Dufy-blue

With tilted spars of sloops revolved by white

Gulls in a feathered fugue of wings. Outdo

Seurat: fleck schooner flanks with sun and set

A tremolo of turquoise quivering in

The tessellated wave. Now nimbly let

A tinsel pizzicato on fish fin

Be plucked from caves of dappled amber where

A mermaid odalisque lolls at her ease

With orange scallops tangled in wet hair,

Fresh from the mellow palette of Matisse:

Suspend this day, so singularly designed,

Like a rare Calder mobile in your mind.