Wednesday 17th August


A cheap hotel in the docks, a retired ocean Queen, Star Line,
heavy set, rich cream, floats redundant in the rain. Clouds come down
into the streets & cruise, gossamer cool. Giant octopus languish in
tiny tanks for tourists gawk & click. Restauranteurs lean back
smoking cigarettes, enticing tourists in from the deluge.
Everything smells of fish & incense. Noah awaits instructions.

Galcid – Hertz 



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