The weight lulls: the heat stretches long.
Young men prowling in cats’ alleyways,
Waiting for shadows to span under the sun,
Watching the women. A cigarette seethes.
One man – lazily feline, exquisite –
Turns. Overhead the evening murmurs,
Rises and swells in the waves. From this balcony
It seems the street melts down to a sleeping sea,
The expectation salty in the air.
Scribbled hastily, and potentially under the influence of local wines, under the Maltese sun.