dim figures too and fro under muted lamps
dark ghosts of boats drag sullenly past
as the meniscus pendulums with movement
weed draped ladders gently sigh in sympathy
pontoons now invisible, drum the banks
city spires tower above the river's shroud
The Tower traitorously, lets the water through
as hamlets cling to its condensating base
shadows glide in damp folds of grey cloth
lamenting the turn of their sundials hour...