TWO NIGHT SWANS.

Two swans in Aldam dock;
Around midnight,
Over port side,
Under moonlight.

White froth in bottled water;
Beside blue keel,
By Swedish steel,
In charmed circle.

Central for many years;
Informal things,
One heart making,
Two tapering.

Draping as labour rests;
And us here late
Between the dates,
With dispatched weight.

Freighted and alone,
Yet quite unveiled,
We watch them sail
Beyond the terminal.