Tied to the blue
The yellow ship in the harbor
Dips above the waves
A fisherman waves to his wife
As a bell tolls
Signaling his departure
The mask is slipping
Off the pale-man’s face
As he hobbled over the man
“Do you need help with your luggage?”
The fisher shakes his head
“It looks like it’s going to rain.”
The pale-faced man raises an eyebrow
And looks up at the sky
Not a cloud, no speck of...
