BOOBY

Booby throne. Booby rules.
He is a cheerful meditator.
Wings scratched by the wind,
He enjoys his journey
Under his aviator cap.
His half-closed eyes reveal
The sweet charm of memory
And under his wisely folded wings
A rudder points south
Designating distant lands.
On its blue legs with a thousand reflections
Campy, delighted and good-natured
Booby dreams of white icebergs
Strangers to our imagination,
From a bygone ice floe
Powerful, blue as night, and naked.