Swift Triple Docking

Swift trip to the docks, to see what the soft night was up to in that parallel universe, and to make sure I registered an entry with those lovely, wonderfully insignificant-but-factual digits. And what should be edging into its harbour slot only the Swift Ferry (with the larger Ulysses already docked behind it). Literature, if not poetry, in motion, the sodium-lit water as burnished as a Trojan shield. Ten out of ten out of ten? Nah.