Selling Virginia

It is selling Virginia
On the back ships on the foreground:
In it. All the
World is cast
Motionless in the twilight of
Silver, selling Virginia around
The noise of being
In love in ships in broadside pluming:
Smoke that is not Moving,

There is a shore. A shore
In silver against the
Shadow of ships-cast. The dark
Is a thing
It is like(it is) selling
Virginia. Meteorites are comets are
Rockets arcing and trapped
Pewter (no silver) in love
With read and
Green: all the colors that
Are not. In
Immoveable footprints little
Sparrows among the
Puzzle of riggings of transport:

They are immigrants, too