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Issue # 8 September 2012
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Roger Singer

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Waving Hands

A great ship, with elephant skin,
patched in groups and set on water, defying
weight and gravity, resting at harbors edge, connected
to shore by the umbilicus of twisted ropes.

People wave with hats and open hands. Colorful scarfs
flavor the air of adventure and new places; a blue
horizon of water awaits them.

From the bowels of the ship men with dirty hands
swear and spit and sweat without shirts, force black twisting
tortuous smoke up into cool air.

A whistle blows. Names fill the air. Ropes splash with water.
Propellers turn like gold three leaf clovers. The ship moves.
The ocean absorbs its presence.