Claude Debussy

Such sounds as these, in some room, in a house
Arabesque and Claire de Lune
A sword which fought in a desert

Peeling a mint-flavored toothpick from its wrapper

We look at lineman's boots
And Japanese loose socks
Their taut sweep
Down from the fringe of short skirts

Claude Debussy, with boots laced to the ankle
Standing on burgundy velour
Puffed up in diamonds

His music plays
And with the taste of mint in your mouth
Wind blows, and ecology's good