harbor, studded with ships
ships made islands by heavy anchors
immune to the relentless undulation of the sea
***
tawdry neon red
pulsing in a puddle
the words unreflected
but the meaning is clear
***
gleaming brass caps
top stone buildings
stout, imposing
a Japanese might say Fudōshin
[- the imperturbable]
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