Slippery

Leo Wim Cornel

Slippery:


Night, pore sight,
In tempered light.
She lay there,
Waiting,
Her walls are wet,
Lights on green,
Slippery,
Sailing in her,
Moving my ship,
In position,
Between here walls,
Floating up,
And out I come,
of here lock !
Sailing away,
Perhaps,
for next time to stay !

10sept2016