Glass vitrines.

Municipal masts.

Merchant dusters.

Miniature world.

Transitioning or reinventing.

On loan.

Waeramuda.

Parque flooring.

Through the glass

To past.

Past the Mosquito Fleet

and into harbour.

Scaled up from on forty eight

Chance meetings may bear fruit.

On board a draft copy

A stranger's eyes.

In port

Administering break-bulk:

Wool

Flour

Copper ingots

Loaded to the gunwales.

In port

to one-to-one

Well before the alien asset

Stowed away.

In space no one can hear you scream.

Wood

with cotton.

Brass,

Paint and gilt.

A world of tiny hatch-coamings,

capstans, bollards, rails,

companionways, anchors

and escape pods.

The EEV.

Crash landing onto Blast Beach.

Met by staff

in N-2B jackets.

Glass beads washed in foam.

Scattered.

And then inmates in heavy drab.