Trying to leave the harbor
the obstacles were the following, nameable ones:
ropes, excavators, yellow cranes
rusty winches, hulls
jollyboats hanging on ropes
Maria, obliquely, leaning on a post.

With his hands already touching the tiller
the flukes loosened, but
the city acting as an anchor
the old man plays the accordion, he has no feeling left
except for the change between night and day
like the other one his companion at the bow
watery eyes, worn-out jacket
with a rose, red rose in his hand.