Melody
            moving
                        downstream
a string of barges
                           just
lit
against blue evening, the fog
giving each light
a halo

moving with
the river but not
adrift, a little
                     faster perhaps
           or is it
slower? —a
singing
sung if it is sung
quietly

within the scored
crashing and the
almost inaudible hum impinging
upon the river’s
                         seawardness