Beginning

The leaves flicker in the breeze,
in this town of desolate ship yards
Cardboard boxes and incomplete letters,
empty bottles and prescriptions lost,
windows of wood shut in the dark

Threatening clouds part –
music playing disturbs this sleep of no tomorrows.
There is the briefest whisper of movement,
puppies stir in makeshift dens.

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