by DeepGreenEyes
i want to eat this poem it is so dense with flavour. and as for this:
Next summer they'll wash up again
Under the arched, itching feet of different men.
makes me wish i'd written those lines. 'sunweary' and 'purpling air' also do their work... the waiters, almost ghostlike, yet their presence and the whole running out of time thing rounds this off so well from where it begins.
I enjoyed this poem for its well crafted images. Might want to lowercase some of your caps, but otherwise, lovely.