When I finally pull the
scarf from off my eyes
and shake some of
the sand on my shirt collar
and squeeze my eyes
and sit patiently under
the sun’s lesson
reminding me how
blinding change can be
shapes fill back into
my world
and I’m pleasantly
surprised to remember
the defined edges of
things
which dissolve in
my daydreams
A serving platter has
Had its top pulled back
To show off the steaming
Cargo
Stacked and lined
Neatly
Tenements aboard an
Oce3an liner
Which freeze at night
And burn in sun
So there’s never really
A time
To go home
Aboard these vessels
Which look like this
And do the sailors’ eyes
Ever adjust to
Singapore or
Dakar
And what use will
those tenements be
if their walls and
plumbing are stripped away
by daydreams
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