Vita Brevis

I hear the singing of the undertow
beneath the crumbling waves.

I watch it greedily leach
away the sand beneath
Fellini's beached monster.

The tide has drowned the beach
between us; the girl too distant,
too innocent to reach from here.

I turn my back on the fantastic
and light another cigarette.

Poetry Poem Fellini La Dolce Vita ars longa, vita brevis Marcello Mastroianni New Orleans