Pier Feherdala

Trees noisy night on the shores of the Strait.
Apparently, rain; Ibo navryad you sallow,
not to mention - pine, able to find out, in the dark,
in small fractions sheet, a needle brilliance, in streaks
the same water, this vertically.
To realize this can only bedroom
with its experience sobs; or - the bare mast Swedish
yacht, sleeping quietly in some garters, in some hangers
vertical bed, accustomed to the horizontal,
crumpling the wet sheets pier in Fegerdale.


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