At these wharves the haunts of
Ghosts and shadows
The sea licks the cement line
Slow, educated.
Ah! Nix Mangiari be not far away
The
Sun
Has
Descended
But
In
The sea
Dark moves heavy-slow
Widow winds in faldetta round the corners
Throb.
There be few corners here to go round.
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