Witness
At the supermarket’s meat counter,
they sell ropes. Yellow and blue.
Things we need when weather turns bad.
One could never be sure when the boat
needs tying off to a cleat.
At checkout, we talk of hurricane Ursula.
It was in the news, it is now by the docks.
My bottled green sea resting on shelves.
 Across the aisle, a woman looks out.
Trains deliver milk and morning newspapers;
at the end of…
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