In my twentieth year
I first left you;
since then,
it hasn't stopped:
past lovers
past courage.

The docks sat low in pools of mist,
a dark grim shrug;
donkey-jacketed beasts of burden
linger
to release the ropes, the lights,
the wind, the scents.
Slowly, noisily and with hesitation
the escape was made into
the Mersey low:
slime brown rivulet in the city side,
troublesome flow.

At last, full stream
release and awe
past city lights
and pleasure beach
into the Irish Sea.

07/27/2005

Posted on 07/27/2005
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