B.Z. Niditch- A Poem

BY THE CAPE'S KIOSK

Sensing warmth
in the earth
a young widow spider
climbs up the rose bush
sunshine devouring
everyone dazzled in sight
the boy on the bicycle
now fixes a tire
near the gazebo on the dunes
watches the flute player
with urgent fingers
hob nobbing with a young Mozart,

soon the musician passes the plate
to the veteran card player
for his last supper
on the island
before the rainy season
grows utterly dark.