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The ferry, retired, tilts in tidal silt,  
its hull a patchwork of corroded gilt.  
The engine room, now open to the rain,  
lets daylight through the fractures in each chain.  
The ramp lies folded like a broken jaw,  
its cables frayed above the mud-caked floor.  
A cormorant folds up its black wing,  
and from the wheelhouse, rust falls in a ring.

The tide retreats across the ribbed gray silt,
To leave her grounded on a bank of clay,
Where flaking iron plates begin to tilt,
And layers of her yellow paint decay.
A lonely gull patrols the empty deck,
Where salt has seized the throttle and the cog,
And bladderwrack clings to the rusted wreck,
Half-swallowed by the creeping river fog.