To one side is the pier, and across the street is an old building where a sign shows a cup and a hen. Far down at the other end of the street, the Long Temple broods in a feverish silent sleep.
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Water Street runs close by the river,
into the
Dun Quarter, which is
quiet but far from silent in this moony night,
breathing with the sharp stillness of the
river and the easy
aches of poverty and long practice.
To one side is the pier, and across the street is an old building where a sign shows a cup and a hen. Far down at the other end of the street, the Long Temple broods in a feverish silent sleep.
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