End of cruise

a divinity shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will
- Shakespeare: Hamlet, V, ii, 10

End of cruise

the blow on the deck
deals slurred feel
to the sense of balance
and the cards fall

the throbs and rumbles
of the engines
change with the shadows
on the whitewashed walls

the fireworks
streamers balloons
the shaft of the moon
the frozen dagger

in the city's mist-blue fog
showers are en-passant -
silver sticks in the crushed ice
of parasolled cocktails
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gw2010
image: Titanic