body of water you came wet you
come reaches of the sea through metropolis mother tide
docked and watermark culture your first growth log
saloon hotel boots you sideslip keels
to dwell
in habit streets you lap you shine rain’s anterior head-turner
albedo gleam unfurled
small arm of the sea
fringed
infringed by dockside gantry cranes Beacon K-line rolling
stock she current with spirit or energy a lot more than objects
mirrors dazzle creek wise or riverine with its tip to art deco
sign Rainier’s all-woman character once restaurant-bar its
taxi stand for 1920s black maria line-up long skirt straw
hat thought of entrance later 40s girl shoeshine smile to
his pervasive business shoe his
liquid lunch in the ell
bo hail below she fur b’lows in cars later incurs hardly a
culture of safety these liquid assets about to drain
the real
estate cult she streams through outfall tidal muck harbour
rain striated heart ’n all its submerged relations mourning
what can’t be replaced the rift the mind cracks in the
carefully patterned concrete
still Muriel mar a sign
the rain’s a place where hope comes mildewed maybe
rusted fire escape impossible routes gnarl up through
grime to white full shine in her
elle ll a live oh
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