leant over the rails
at the stern
of the passenger vessel
bound for an unbound land
lush with hope and rich
with the stentch of opportunity
there she was
hair wafting in tandum
with the windsocks
admiring the wake of the ship
the back of her dress
constantly threatening
to reveal some flesh
unintended for peeping passenger
the girl at the stern
is the only one thinking
about the world left behind
