Sailing the Park Avenue

The morn is breaking

over the sun gilded sails

over the red-rust rails

underlying

boisterous waters frothing

on the floor

of Park Avenue

Submarine busses

are moving on

soundlessly

carrying yellow faced men

reading blue news

where fishes

and another nameless

things swims

Tomorrow I'll stay

in my boat

sailing the Park Avenue

fishing

in the afternoon's

golden greenish light

where algae are yawning

and a little fish

escapes from the bait

dreaming

with days like this

waiting for dawn

In the avenue

are now sailing

my yacht

your train

my ship

and submarine busses

with silent passengers

reading aquatic newspapers

towards

the Maritime Railway Station.

(20-08-03)