In my fourth-world country
it is the custom
to decorate bus-stops
with lurid paintings
of our local animals.

As you motor
into my seaside town
taking the cliff bends
way too fast
there’s a jovial walrus

to poke fun at your city manners.
He is sat on impeccable sands
befriending a common
whiskered seal pup.
They make everyone smirk

forget the torrid heat
melt into the heady
sea air
purge the accumulating
angst poisoning their lives.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist