ST PATRICK’S DAY

Port of New York
Sunshine
White faces
Brown faces
Black faces with wide gleaming smiles
Black paint
Being slopped on the black hull 
Drunk on beer
Drunk on sunshine
Drunk on spring
Drunk on the solid still earth
On which our feet stood
Seaman
Longshoremen
Bustling up and down the dock
Neither gives a flying fuck
About your future
About your past
At all
They accept life at face value
In the present tense only
This is their magic
This day years ago
Is like the smiling face of a beautiful girl
Reflecting the blinding light of the sun ~