HARBOR TOWN

Though the jetty
walking for miles

from Soho's winter light

of a faltering city

a poet rests on a bench

near the lantern lamps

the sea under the bridge

at the lowest point

as barges of the ages
drown without transparency
in the riptide

though dream whirlwinds

of a lonely trumpet sounding
on the dock

excusing the vocal madness

of a sailor who searches

for his navy cap

through a green look-out port.