Monday, April 20, 2020

The Ship Whisperer

She presses her palm 
against the iron hide
of a ship the size 
of a skyscraper,
its belly stuffed 
with bulk products 
from China.
Toilet paper, detergent, 
antifreeze, jigsaw puzzles.
Bullets and greeting cards.
Diapers and diaphragms. 
She murmurs to it, 
asks if its journey
was pleasant, if the ocean 
was selfish or generous. 
She listens for its answers
but all she can hear 
is the barking of the sea lions
on the pier, the sound 
of the hungry aisles
at the end of the empty parking lot

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