Forgotten to many, these back waters
spread quixotic pools regardless
of location. Oakland's wee floating homes
collect green velvet water-marks;
bay water drums relentlessly against
their pontoons.

A dark stream seeps into Merseyside, gulping
all in its conduit. For all the murky filth,
the river creates a natural harbor well known
for a sixties rocker who sang the praises
of the ferries crossing the estuary; some
of the sodden craft still expose guests
to the wonders of Liverpool.

By Jim Corner