Smells like Team Spirit — a love dance.

Armless Author by — the author.

Let us go there, you and I,

To the place of song under the arranging sky.

Who knows what rhythms are there to be found

Under the Pines, on the sandy ground?

Come Amor — through the arched door.

Let me show you the cinema panorama (Atonement for Netflix)

That begins with the bleached white glare of the Big Wheel in front of a burning sky, streaked with violet and rose.

Pan round to take in the low bobbing boats, clustered, their upright masts skewering the Square Fort and holding it, starry.

Now hear it — the catch of the call — small at first,

Earthly powers gradually growing until you feel you must

Dare to commit — dare to bite

Join with the beat this October night.

There’s Lolo with beer — and Isis here –

All chanting, all swaying, all bringing, all mingling.

A circle of acapella (and a new English fella)

Olivier on ukulele, Gilles, the Brazilian boom box

Beating the time like a rabid red fox…

Oh — the surprising moon…