With his humble, trembling flux
he waves to the working class,
brick buildings they constructed,
the stars and clouds (his friends).
He shows us what it all look looks like
in his honest eyes
as he goes under the bridges
with calmly curved arches,
fulfilling his promise by
coming out the other side.
Continuing his rolling-ripple collage,
true & tranquil after all these years.
Loyal and lovely with his
glassy-gleam misshaping and reforming
the trees and lights above
of an otherwise ordinary quay.