an old man descends by car
down the summer island roads and
all’s there: the sea and dust,
sun and salt, he tirelessly
floats and the invisible megaphone
fills the glowing heat with cheap
Maltese songs, he
descends the island
at one speed
I am Lawrence of Arabia
– but what disturbs this
bright picture while it lasts
and where did the sweat come from
underneath the white shirt