I find myself
at Belem's Tower
though at this
quite ungodly hour
as people make their
homeward way at the
closing of the day
the sun sinks lost
in milk white fog
and pilot boats
and tugs rush out
to greet the flotsam
of a rising tide
as fish and eel do
solid make this Tagus
shore on an all saints'
day that souls forgot

11/01/2006

Posted on 11/05/2006
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