St. Tropez. <br /> <br />Apollo stepping-out <br />from the radiator-grille <br />of a Maserati sports saloon <br />wiped away the flies <br />in the dizzle-dazzle of that afternoon <br /> <br />perceived the dullness of the gold <br />and less than white reflections <br />in the boutique window <br /> <br />he paused <br />regrets <br />maybe a few <br /> <br />and distant thunder <br /> <br />edging forward <br />in the ice-cream queue<br /><br />Stephen Brian Brady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-blast-from-the-past/
