the dead leg, the boats covered up
we did not want to go to sea, but
upriver
and the first bell in the middle of the river there is a country with squares
the wind when you lose the embankment, and come out into the sea
silent, which is already open sea
you lose your breath, listen to the radio is afraid
speaking of ships and other sea
feel like to return
back for dinner and as we lose ourselves in the glasses of water
