The rains of Williamson Square

fall with precision, with orchestrated beauty

on the words of the poet

below,

whimsical in nature,

they dance round Liverpool’s heart,

the words of every seaman’s tale

and Hen night drunken serenade

as shoes are carried

like wedding vows

through the cold whale spouted water;

the water tangos with their toes

and for the children who explode with weather warmed

August days, the chance to ballet and disco

in between the rain drops is second only

to the waltz enjoyed

by Devil may care Duke in Sunday best,

tipped back hat

and the relish of final youth upon his face.

Ian D. Hall 2016