On the waterfront, in a freight car-
Call it passion, call it desire.
Whatever it is that inspires-
That thing that wrings
One more day out. 

What songs angels sing!
As they ferry souls along,
On flight, in wing
En route:
But the dead walk amongst the living, too,
And sometimes even angels get confused.

Poor, empty vassal

Brando Saint Cobb

The Moon stirs 
the sea down on earth.
Down from the galaxy
its the star's waterfront
yet edging up to 
the far stretched sea.

The Moon on the Sea

a still waterfront,
below, plankton hoodwink whales;
each a world unique!