ships entering harbor
like wet wooden wedges
split air and stone
blood in a growing infant
bones stretch and seep into presence
encoded dust settles out
as beautiful coils
in grottos under lapping water
by a shore
packs of dogs sleep
in dry bushes and rusting metal
![customs house at dawn](http://bmorepoetryblog.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/customs-house-300x225.jpg)