SUNSET IN SMALL PORTS

This time no one looking for love
in the barn, old house, on the story
mast and rigging. Ships, boats no berlaut
would waft in trust the interlock

Drizzle dark accelerate. There is also a hawk flaps
alluded darkly, the swish of the day running swimming
found cajoled akanan base. not moving
and soil and water now lost sleep waves.

No more. I own. walk
combing the peninsula, still stuffy please
once came to the end and survived all the way
of the four beaches, sobbing efflux could terdekap