from Formby beach
the ship on the horizon
sails onto the palm of my hand
on the bridge
they feel it tilt slightly
as I reach out
so far as the marker-buoys
and into the river-channel
at the Mersey-Bar.
in this greyist season
acting without reason is....
just ask Gormley's Iron Men
Stephen Brian Brady
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/into-liverpool/
