This cohort of Poseidon crosses the wastes

storming horizons on spume and spray

cruising, schmoozing

herding its cargo like a cowboy of the plains

whipping up wind on waves

of self - indulgence

in the wild west and east of effulgence,

the cargo refreshed by all that's unnatural

while the clouds and the seas

seem fit to please.

 

This monstrous celebrant, multi-tiered

in layered containment slowly digests the miles, and

when channels welcome her

in she flows, the more than OK corral

then the word goes round, a stranger's in town.

 

     Beggars and opportunists stand their ground.

 

     For the streets must fill

     mementoes sought out

     knee jerk photos taken

     and, as if to prove the sun must shine

     the pageant unrolls yet another dawn

     for the ship of the line.