
βLand,β Scot surmised, βwould feel, I suppose, no allegiance to a stewartry unable to elicit from its denizens poetry inspired by isthmusβ iconalatry.β
βLandβgreen in lea and grey at bayβarouses spouses arriving from away,β per what captain did say.
βLand ice has retreated,β sighed the arrived rock climber as heeded.
βWell, it is not mapβs planned landβnew, zeal of appeal for realm of real feelβ¦but, for some reason,β depthed Deirdre, βI know this is where to kneel.β
βPortβs importance has always been this:β lit Mick, βWhere sea meets landβfin or begin as it may kinβever carries across the unsettledβagain and again.β ; )



