Watch the steelwork's light display
Through banks of mist across the bay;
The tide tirelessly trudging up the sand
Then turning back, defeated, to the strand.
Oases of peace lurk among the squares
Forgotten corners that can take you unawares
Passages that lead down hidden ways
Through high-walled alleys opening into space
Cemeteries, parks: secret doors
That only you know of, for they are yours.
Martin Locock, 2003
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