helen-louise (baratron) wrote,
helen-louise
baratron

Thanks forever.

Look at those empty ships I'm parked hereHello freighter,
floating north out of work all year.Hello tanker.
between south-running iceNo hurry nowWelcome, welcome,
like big tulips and sleep badly.to New York.
in the Narrows But I'm self-employed.
under the Verrazano My new job's
toward the city harbor. to wave them in.

Milton Kessler, 1930-2000.

I've always liked this poem, but it seems more poignant now.
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