FERRY

Waiting for the late ferry from Cythaera

The drowsy nymphs congregate

Collecting memories until they can afford

A reputable second-tier dream.

Once on board, they sit together

Gossiping about Great Chthulu, whom they knew

When he was poor and glad to run errands

For noctambules and their pale keepers.

One by one the nymphs fall silent and the steward

Wraps their dream around them.