When fog lays low upon ground
tide picks up motion
tugboat angling barge
around hook of bay gates
ocean seas beyond
voices audio in the air
this task not easy
as the night begins to unfold
3 swans swim over
looking for me I think
but I have nothing but comfort
now to offer,
lone fishermen joke pier above
but now I need to break
from dense wall of moistened air
from window view
alien atmospheres roll in across
waters edge, giving sway
downpour, then balmy wind
it brings it all to a sleepy end
by TZ
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